Mornings And A Machinist Poem by Belle Violet

He zips his jeans slow
when he's sleepy
and dressing.
He arches his back.
He shows off his crest
as he puffs out his chest.
Last night
on our date,
he took me to his shop.
He showed off
all the pieces
of metal
he cuts.
He showed me a gadget
he made out of magnets,
that spun on a spoke,
and appeared to be floating.
It was surprisingly,
actually,
cool.
He has measuring things,
technical
programming;
blueprints
and numbers.
To me it's a wonder
machinists can be fun.
ingenious boys usually are
secretly dumb.
He's actually not a dull one.
And he bites.
He kisses.
He brushes.
He grips.
He snores sometimes though
and that's a real bummer
he screws up my slumber,
but his face is
well worth waking
up for.
I'm beginning to enjoy mornings more.