Peter Chapman Poetry


i shall have a suit and tie

to catch the quiet widow's eye,

a silky bowtie tugged up tight

and poems falling from my pants

she might look into, for romance

i love the crinkly wrinkly cloth, the tough setbacks

of life and loss

the creamy lift of her soft breathing

other stuff that keeps me thinking

it's not how sharp or old you are

but how you see yourself, so far