All the hour, <br />The Southern hardline preacher. <br />Ranting and raving about morality. <br />Third person, second row on the left. <br />Her eyes explored mine, <br />As I dissected her dress. <br />Her eyes met mine. <br />The dress became as tissue, <br />In the April rain. <br />The service was over.<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-preacher-s-message/
