Free Verse

 

The Deconstructionist

 

Every skill has its beauty
quite fascinating to behold.
Then there may unfold a story
simply craving to be told.

I’m not the only one, I see
grappling with a mirror of desire,
wrestling with the question of how
she has yet even to perspire.

Thoughts I ponder carefully now
hovering between beauty and skill.
The power of my gaze though still
overwhelms the syntax I know.

What is it about those jeans
that I see in clothing stores
with holes and worn so?
I simply cannot image what species
finds such attraction for these.

She’s doing fine I would judge
on bended knee wearing out her jeans
or did she buy them as is
like I have often seen?

She makes me feel free
this deconstructionist—
putting my mind at ease.
Her skill and beauty coexist.