Occupied Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Fair, tall, slim, young, dusky-voiced,
Pretty as a mermaid weaving dreams,
Like light she fills my whole space,
Spilling into every crevice, pore and cell,
Disabling me of all other thought and feeling.

Her eyes are perfect and alive, clear and shining,
But in place, not wandering nor curious,
Her dress tight, leaving armpits open to view,
She pulls her top down often,
To reduce the gap her waist displays.

She pulls out her hair-clip and keeps it by her side,
And whenever moving in the gym,
Parts her hair from back to front,
Takes every exercise seriously,
And does spread out on all the equipment.

She dispenses rich spreading smiles
Only to her trainer now and then and who,
Though responding to every customer’s need,
Comes back to her after every distraction;
I wonder what goes on in his mind!