He’s called Niall,
and he’s seated on a low wall
outside the cathedral in Edinburgh,
in a photo by J. D. Price.
probably at university,
dressed in layers of navy
with high-top brogues.
Wavy natural-blond hair,
roundish transparent-framed glasses
complement his clear white skin,
his smooth clean-shaven face
accented by wet red lips
that hint at a sensuous streak
otherwise kept from all
but his closest intimates.
Grey-blue eyes, cool but not hard,
suggest a degree of intellectual detachment;
not the type prone to emotional display,
but a sensitive soul with tenderer depths
than he would choose to reveal.
Obviously he can think,
but one wants to make him feel.
Note: This poem was inspired by a street-fashion photograph by Jonathan Daniel Price for garconjon.com.
T. Allen Culpepper