Friday, September 4, 2015

Haltered Top


Top on neck,
curves on set,
flowered girls, a flowered mess.


No straps like Betty Boop,
in boop-oop-a-doop,
hearts fluttered,
and infatuation
stood on the stoop,
while shyness
flew-flew-the-coop.


Haltered on Top,
who said stop?
In motion go padded tops,
moving time, sipping wine,
in your mind, “Damn she’s fine”


What’s on top,
a top twisted on turns of few,
maybe a top popped after a champagne cue.


Shades of grey, given a different hue,
hair-dress-her and be the new


-DeBarros

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