6pm

 

I’ve always liked a versatile man

who’s willing to do a turn or two

when I come home from work, though

unicycles and funny voices can

quickly lose their charm. This one

has the devil’s contours in his legs,

(I run my nail inside a thigh, he begs

for mercy!) say, ‘Do your turn for me, hon.’

He wears my favourite Italian shoe,

I remember the shop in Rome..anyway,

then adopts the stance of an angel

on Michelangelo’s ceiling. Who

knows exactly where his head goes?

I’m riveted by laced-leather(fingers) toes.