graceGraceful

He was graceful

he knew it

no one else knew

he was elegant, refined and beautiful

he could see it in his mind

he felt it when he walked

and when he sat with his girlfriend

sipping sparkling wine and smoking

he imagined his legs were crossed beneath

in a knee-length pencil skirt

his blouse loosely opened at the collar

hair smooth and soft. freshly pulled from its tie  and

cascading over his not so narrow shoulders

he could see it with his mind’s eye

he knew who he really was

know one else knew

he was Grace

 

 

 

 

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