Those long legs,
so slender as to leave form
but ending in the most lovely armour.
The piece with it’s visibly neat
delineating the mid panel in such a way
that no one but those that
sitting in the seats on the front row
could see it would know.
And then there was that glimmer…
in the single optic,
so deeply hidden that he could only see it
because he knew it was there.
If you look closely,
at the bright white pants….
that bit of moisture
in all the right places.