Poem -
To You in a Slim Cut Suit
Charcoal, crisp, stretched ever
so slightly across the hips with
pressed white collar, sharp,
clean from slim lapels. You
wear this so well. Faint hint
of cut abdomen, biceps I can
hardly wrap two hands around,
quads like stones that roll before
the tomb of someone important.
A thin black tie, you never pull
at its hold around your neck,
you never choke, sweat, or fidget.
You walk like you own the world.
I think maybe you do.
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Comments
Lyndi, absolutely loved this I could picture this guy as you spoke. A wonderful image you created right in front of my eyes. Loved the ending, so befitting to the piece, and had that little twist of humour.
Brilliant; and left me wanting to read more of your work. I think on the fifth line you meant to put faint instead of fain, just a typo I think, unless that is a word I don't know lol!! A big vote and nom from me, loved your style:)
Rachel, thank you! Also, thank you for pointing out the typo. That was indeed meant to be "faint"!
Ha ha, I'm never sure whether to or not, people might take it that you are trying to be picky or up your own *** if you know what I mean lol! But I know I would want someone to tell me so I do! Great job on the poem Lyndi, like the way you write:)