Perspectives in the Plaza de Toros

  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