Mito M. Boy

Nude descending a staircase
(or I love hot tub jets)

Nude wearing an aqua marine swimsuit descending a staircase
Down, down, down into the turbulent waters of heat, heat, heat
For shame Duchamp—your nude is nothing like mine.
Yours is all broken angles, mine is all soft and complete.

My nude sinks smoothly even gracefully into the depths
A veritable leviathan of lightness and being.
Jet trails above chalking the blue blue blue sky
Eyes turning upward, breath escaping, steam rising.

For shame Duchamp, your nude of fractured disks and boxy planes
Is pummeled by the stormy steam jets below, ouchy upon ouchy
Destroyed by the froth and noise of water, color and freedom
I see mares tails and jet trails above, my nude is caressed and kissed.