theerthucker
i shall have a suit and tie
to catch the quiet widow's eye,
a silky bowtie tugged up tight
and poems falling from my pants
she might look into, for romance
i love the crinkly wrinkly cloth, the tough setbacks
of life and loss
the creamy lift of her soft breathing
other stuff that keeps me thinking
it's not how sharp or old you are
but how you see yourself, so far
© Copyright 2006 Peter Chapman