a mile abreast
and pause to rest
thick neck and chest
shirt, tie and vest
until he spoke
in jest i took
his every look
from 'neath a book
fragmented pair
segmented stare
intent to share
flesh is fresh fare
because the wide
shoulders abide
a pow'rful tide
God save his bride
So I read this without reading the title first. And then I read it through and then I read the title and it fit. At the end.
ReplyDelete"Flesh is fresh fare..." creepy.