She sways
And sashays left to right so that
Both sides of the compass get
To share her angles.
Her arms
Delicately rhythmic to an inbuilt
Lilt that well paid models have
To labour at.
Her waist
Shows no excess tapering beneath
Green creases whilst revealing
Its secrets.
Her rear
Steering the agents of locomotion
That effortlessly trestle muscle
Over bone.
Her gait
As languid as a man with money
And urgent as a honey worker
Thirsting,
And her route
Unknown and lute wires no doubt
Plucked by luckier hands than
Mine.
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I like this!
ReplyDeleteThank You Grenhilda, not sure if 3rd & 4th verses shouldn't be switched...but we'll see...get ready for 20-30,000 Englishmen invading your shores next June.. ;)
ReplyDeleteI likethis a lot: steering the agents of locomotion
ReplyDeletether arms delictely to an inbuilt lilt
That paid models have to labour at. Home do you come up with some many poems & so many unique insights?
I'M LEANING IN THE DIRECTION OF THE 4TH &3RD VERSES SHOULD BE CHANGED. o MY KEYBOARD FUCKS UP & THAT'S WHY i GET ALL THE CAPITALS. i SOME PEOPLE PISSED CAUSE I "SCREAMING AT THEM.fORM OVER SUBSTANCES. tHE SUBSTANCE IS THE IDEAS, THE WORDS BUT CAPITALS. wHO GIVES A SHIT! read IT AND FUCK THE FORM. sTUPID CYBER BULLSHIT...o, i'M YELLING CAUSE KEYBORAD GLITCH
ReplyDeleteSaw her yesterday Jim, a young woman with wonderful movement...and it all just fell into place once the idea was there... Cheers.
ReplyDeleteYeah...agree there...switched the 3rd & 4th verses, which allows you to follow her from top to bottom (as it were) and forwards...
ReplyDeleteReal smooth...I like!
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