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
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