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.