Hands Clasped

Hands clasped
Resting on blank paper
Legs outstretched
Left foot perched on right
Shoulders slouched
Elbows drawn tight to flank
Fallen head cocked to the side
Dead except for shallow breath


I was taking an evening class on film studies and I wrote this short poem after watching a young man sitting at his desk. I actually can’t remember what he looked like now, but I must have found him attractive at the time for me to spend my time watching him rather than listening to the teacher. As the lecturer rambled on the sexy young man took the position I describe, he must have been bored too.

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