By the fountains today
sang a man, stood in an
officer stance, his hands
tight across his watermelon
gut, thick cables ran down
his neck, two bulging biceps
wrapped in black blazer each
side of a broad chest, his heavy
chin of dense Sahara stubble
and a wire wool goatee hung
beneath.
And how soft he sang,
smooth as butter,
beautifully
crisp and light
like cream cheese,
turning heads
from far across
the street.
This is so beautiful… I so wanted to hear that song he was singing… 😅😅❤
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Thank you! It was amazing – he’s a really great singer, and lovely person, too!
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