Perspectives in the Plaza de Toros
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Slim, slim the waist of matadors, as slim
As trickle of the blood from bull; thin, thin
The satin silk of jacket; bulge of him
In satin silk of trousers, strong as sin,
Though; bulge and waist and chest are his, hips
Too, very much the sheen on them. They bulge
As well inside the scarlet silk. The lips
Above on señoritas would divulge
His muscled skin if they could kiss it when
He stops the killing. They don’t want the ear,
The hairy ear sliced off. The slavering men
Would want it while they shout Olé and cheer.
Disdain of fear is what tight trousers shout.
Who cares about the bull, drowned snorts from snout?
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Apr 20, 2025 | BU |