Tawny beige, young crystal fox... <br />carries her arrogance well, <br />poisingly... upon narrowed wood; <br />so dexterous, so 'smooooth', deft, <br />she could hold a waterford flute <br />brimmed with the finest grapes <br />'tween thumb and fore-finger, <br />spin at edge of a runway, <br />with a look-away wink <br />without a blink; <br />not a drop of red <br />lost from the glass. <br /> <br />No Gaultier Catwalk, <br />this be mere prologue <br />to an attitude dripping <br />so hubrisly, <br />poutingly; <br />stare-down damn angrily, <br />passing the concourse <br />of all that's en vogue, <br />strutting... stamping <br />toe o'er toe - <br />smiling inside... such paradox. <br /> <br />Dramas' never seen the likes of her before, <br />Marie Claire and Elle hold your breath; <br />tomorrows new fox in brass has arrived!<br /><br />Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/f-o-x-in-b-r-a-s-s-2/
