D.A.

One day, my eyes were wandering, and in
the distance I beheld a beauteous sight.
Unearthly in its form, it was akin
to astral bodies shining in the night.

The motion of the object mesmerized
until I found I couldn't look away.
Its roundness was in contrast to the lines,
the lines between the object and my gaze.

And so I sit and write about my thoughts,
my fingers tap-tap-tapping on the glass.
I had to write it down 'fore I forgot.
I had to write a poem about dat ass.