The graceful armature
of thighs, and knees, and calves,
tumbling down to her
ankles, and her feet
aloft, and stepping sure
on toe and spiked heel;

for me, all the allure
is that she’s on her toes;
her leg a pretty line
drawn up for my pleasure,
painful and feminine,
precarious, but more
that she may master this
as I must master her.

Note: I wrote this at the same time as my last poem. I wanted to see how the structure of formal tanka on the one hand (5-7-5-7-7 syllables) and English rhymed iambic trimeter on the other, might change the idea.