Instrument
How Curvaceous you are,
A sophisticated aura,
Demanding attention,
An oak-trimmed collar,
Framed peculiar features,
Grains like old film,
Emphatic yet speechless
Confident like a scholar,
Full of wisdom;
A preacher
A vulnerable coat,
Cocooning your body,
Behold tree trunk colours
Of well-roasted coffee
And then how you speak;
Such a whimsical notion,
Manipulate my feelings,
Oh the sound makes me weep
Copyright © Jaxon Pollard | Year Posted 2015
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