more bronzed
rectangular packets
of muscle
almost visible
underneath
another white tight shirt
the stench of deodorant
or aftershave
or cologne
or a cocktail of three
enough to send
a throng of blondes
in my direction
eyes like sapphire halos
cheeks that shimmer
phones infested
by a palette of pictures
all samey
all shots of a head
tilted this way
that way
back again
and if only
a little more funny
pouring jokes
in with your drink
giggles reverberating off
from the gaudy lights
looking so Instagrammable
we’d have fan accounts
by Monday
our own personal emoji
ITV wanting us for a series
and a blue tick on Twitter
you see it too
you must
and if you say
look babe
we look good together
I’d smile and say
yeah babe don’t we just
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
more bronzed
rectangular packets
of muscle
almost visible
underneath
another white tight shirt
the stench of deodorant
or aftershave
or cologne
or a cocktail of three
enough to send
a throng of blondes
in my direction
eyes like sapphire halos
cheeks that shimmer
phones infested
by a palette of pictures
all samey
all shots of a head
tilted this way
that way
back again
and if only
a little more funny
pouring jokes
in with your drink
giggles reverberating off
from the gaudy lights
looking so Instagrammable
we’d have fan accounts
by Monday
our own personal emoji
ITV wanting us for a series
and a blue tick on Twitter
you see it too
you must
and if you say
look babe
we look good together
I’d smile and say
yeah babe don’t we just
Written: April 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. Please note that 'ITV' is one of the main television stations in the UK. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
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