[Editor’s Note: This is the sixth in a daily series of Janet Hoult poems from “Body Parts,” a collection of poetry about aging.]
Watching Him Watching
I like to watch him watching girls
The young ones with all the curls
falling round their shapely shoulders
and over tee shirts filled with boulders
Oh my, perhaps it seems that way
with such large boobs where his eyes stray.
Girls with high heels and long, long hair
and belly buttons peeking there.
Where you say? Right there
between the shirt and pants so fine
There’s just a little bit of line
of skin that shows and twinkles
the belly button through the wrinkles.
How old you say? He’s 74
No threat to anyone anymore
I would worry if he didn’t look
If his eyes stayed on his book
Yes, keep on watching them, my dear
You will never need to fear
My saying that you need to stop
I’ll just stay here in the shop
And buy some things
Not have some flings.
Although those guys are rather cute
Firm and sexy, he’s a beaut.
Maybe you should turn your eye
To watching me watch the guys go by.
Dr. Hoult, who lives in Carlson Park with her husband Charlie, may be contacted at HOULTight@aol.com
