An Outfit
for Sonia Farmer

in black, arriving
descend the stairs
into my senses,
into my arms

romantic love we generate,
insufficient to overwhelm,
enough to fill a thimble

little bit of liquor to drink,
to drunk this old man

not too old to wish I were a rich man,
a fiddler upon a roof
able to fiddle for you

able to climb into your attic
status of Picasso

when Françoise Gilot visited,
upon the floor she dropped,
the outfit she was wearing

beneath it she was naked


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
1:12 a.m. 20.12.07