dedicated to the girl in my sociology class

you shirked off your shirt
to reveal a bicep patterned with sandskrit--
tapering slowly from the slope of your feminie shoulder
--with eyes to rest upon your hands--
still red at the joints from the sharp winter cold
--accented by knuckled--abraised--
zebra-ed with the cuts from the work of a man--
the image is dissonance
against the presence of your sweeping siberian eyes
as you shift to pull an eyelash
from the curve of an androgynous cheek.