A Wholesome Guy
by vexations
Each night she pretends
a wholesome guy
will shuffle alongside
on the sidewalk and
gently bump her shoulder.
Wholesome guy’s are
good in the morning
like high-fiber granola,
and easy on the eyes
with rumpled curls
resting against
eyes void of blood lines.
A wholesome fellow
knows what he wants −
her.
Her wholesome guy’s
adorned with blue denim
and passion spilling from
his crotch.
Her wholesome lover
lights candles on her birthday;
burns his way into her heart.
As they grow old together
she becomes his memory
while his memories are sprinkled
with pictures
of her beauty. |
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Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 11-Sep-2010 |
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