during my coffee break
i watched as you stood
in the courtyard
smoking a cigarette
in mid-morning sun.
you stole
a hummingbird glance
at me
then quickly turned away
perhaps
so that i wouldn't notice
that you were
noticing me
or perhaps
because you
just didn't want to look
at the ugly
middle-aged man.
turning your back
did not render you
invisible.
you did, however
offer me a great view
of
your bodacious backside
a huddled mass of flesh
yearning to breathe free
nearly straining at the seams
callipygian curves
accentuated
by a tight, bright green dress
that hugged your form
so closely
that there was scant
left to the imagination.
i was so grateful
that i almost didn't mind
having to go back to work.