Brownlow didn’t like
The dresses or skirts
His wife wore, they were
Too short, revealed too
Much ass, leg, thigh and
Panties if bending
Low and the shades and
Colours were all wrong,
They didn’t match the
Colour of eyes or
Hair, but he wore them
Anyway, walking
Along the narrow
Catwalk of his bed
Room, gazing backward,
Into the mirror
And witnessed by one
Other than himself,
Sitting in his cot,
His seven-month son.
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Nice piece of writing, Terry.