Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Brownlow didn’t like
The dresses or skirts

His wife wore, they were
Too short, revealed too

Much ass, leg, thigh and
Panties if bending

Low and the shades and
Colours were all wrong,

They didn’t match the
Colour of eyes or

Hair, but he wore them
Anyway, walking

Along the narrow
Catwalk of his bed

Room, gazing backward,
Into the mirror

And witnessed by one
Other than himself,

Sitting in his cot,
His seven-month son.