BLACK LEATHER BABY

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with shiny boots , jacket and avenging vest

he's obviously out to look his bristly best

and he does it so easily without jerky jaunt or jest

with his magnificent form he's inviting his audience

to be his open guest

a modern man without question on a perfectly personal

quest

publicly striving to expose his appeal

through not just his current code of dress

easy to look upon with a touch of the devil's own

taste

such seductively silky black lashes on a man no less

what a terrific waste

promises are spelled out like trouble

in his clear yet piercing aqua eyes

as deep as the ocean's floor yet lower than the

summer skies

behind the faint sneer of the lips

one can only guess the depth of desire in which

he hides

conscience weary songs he sings from such a chiseled

yet generous mouth

but as he croons them softly out, they make me wonder

in Ireland does he hail from the north or the south

in the seclusion of my slightly unsettled soul his

sensuously raspy lover's voice will forever remain

buried

a tear tip toes quietly across my dry chilled cheek

for as the video ends I catch a glimpse at the ring

on his left finger

damn!!! after all that emotion felt

I find this incredible man is married

I'll just have to force myself to enjoy him

simply as a soul filled singer

ah, but as my future husband

I'd mark him as a drop dead ringer...........laughs

(written June 17,1992 pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Oh how wonderful yet terrible this poem is and of course I'm sure you guessed I'm writing about the lead singer of U2 Bono! I once had a huge crush on him!

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