::02:16:08::

::: Good Man :::

In my apricot-oil stained sweats
and my paint stained tee-shirt
after walking for miles
in my worn, torn sneakers--

my fingernails capturing Mother Earth:
it was then that he noticed my worth.

Many men would have overlooked:

but those are the kind I weed out;
those are the kind I don’t care about;
they’re the kind that get a sharp glance
as off in the other direction, I prance.

(Those are the kind that don’t stand a chance.)

Now, he gets my legs in nylons
and my well-arched foot in a heel
my body covered in a black lace dress--
because he wanted me when I was a mess:

I believe he has passed my test.
A Good Man deserves the best.

Now he has me manicured;
his heart has stopped--
he’s sooo allured.

I have been reassured
I am unconditionally adored,
so now he gets my neck in pearls
and the liberty to take hold of my curls;
now he gets to grasp my rubied hand
and lead me to his promised land
like his diva on high demand.

Written by: ~ Rachel Eagle Reiter