Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Quatrain

She

'...stick with me baby, I'm the guy
    that you came in with.'
    Luck Be A Lady Tonight - Frank Sinatra


The way she twists her hair
and places back that wayward 
wisp behind her ear, the way she 
checks her face in every mirror.

How she shimmers to the ladies' 
room to re-apply her lipstick, 
or she lingers irresistibly
as you politely hold the door ajar.

The way she glides so smoothly;
you're speechless as she 
commandeers the room; 'neath her spell 
you're both the best man and the fool.

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Elizabeth Wesley May 9, 2012 at 7:40 AM Just had to read your first posting; you had what it took even back then! You present ladies as though you know them too well :)

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire April 9, 2009 at 5:56 PM Dear Keith, I hope my interpretation of the last line is wrong We don't know what we have til its gone Superb Write ALWAYS...HG

L'Nass Shango April 9, 2009 at 10:35 AM In the end you put our faces to a mirror, and we love it still.

Daver Austin April 9, 2009 at 8:03 AM SUPER! You're so good at presenting romantic situations, nothing too long or too short, nothing the least bit corny.....She's a regular ballerina by description. Love, daver