Women
She breath's
Her bussom heaves
She stands watched
Stiller than an held in cough
She smile's
She ruffles her finger through her stage frock
She whispers as to accent
The room
Like feminine perfume
In a bar lounge afternoon
Accompanied by a piano
Jazz Joanna
Roxanne
To you I drink
My glass bottom
And you will never know
The love of a good women
I left behind
To be here today
All ears
Head faced down
You shine a light upon
I have been loved
Imagine
What the children think
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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