Portrait of a theory


Wicked his grin, that dazzles me
with the purity of his feeling
a spark, a flame, a clever quip
aimed delicately with subtle biting.

A pleasureable nip and slap
aimed affectionatly in places
that less brave men
would not dare to approach
with quite that daring glimmer,

executed with timing
that shows a secret wisdom
an unmeasurable intelligence.
That unrepressive diamond
from your ever searching eye

as I ponder, as I often do
the stupidity of other woman
who cannot see a rough gem
hiding in plain view. 

Wicked that grin that shines
from a photograph I see.
Shyly, he lifts his chin
and musters up the courage
to do and simply be.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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