Swoon

There they were!

under tops made—I'm not sure of what—

a bit of tissue, a sheerest stretch of gauze, filament.

They roamed sheathed in triangles

fixed like band aids.

I alarmed myself.

How I wanted to heft and pet and handle.

But today, outdoors—the young women—

and I was short of breath.

The whole street tinseled in the quick spring air.

The sound as they wisped past. I was unhinged.

What I might do.

What I might never do in a life,

and then, still, husband, my life be done.