By The Fountains

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

And how soft he sang,
smooth as butter,
crisp and light
like cream cheese,
turning heads
from far across
the street.

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