Once upon a time her cheeks were Popsicle red and the leather a licorice
twist.
Once upon a time she swung you like a cub by your scruff.
Once upon a time clamped nipples like twin satellites.
Once upon a time whatever she strapped on turned into a swan.
Bent over in studded chaps, she could be anyone:
The next door neighbor, a hockey mom, a public defender,
the bank teller with those long lashes.