The Illuminated Cad
Sun washed tan skin
and bleached mop hair
a smile,
crooked on lips so thin,
spread far enough
to break the angels touch,
so long beneath the bridge
of the upturned nose
to brown eyes,
surrendering
in the piety.
His hands behind his back,
a present behind his back,
the flannel shirt
absorbing the water
and the worms
from the dirt,
from the flowers
he stole
stealthily,
from her very garden this morning
Oh she'll love them.
-Matthew Koutzun
2 comments:
The last line of this poem made me grin. I had the greatest mental image of the devilish smile and the faint whiff of summer. And then, the dirty, mangled flowers. I would love those flowers.
Once again, thank you.
...and i could see "him" while reading...!! :) thin crooked smile... doesnt that melt your heart for the devil?? hey... thank you so much for dropping by... it was great!! :)
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