Resting In Velvet* Poem by Ian Bowen

I think it was
the most elegant
I had ever seen him;
blue pinstriped suit,
over a starched white shirt,
with a well knotted,
plain, darkish-mauve tie.
His hair, smoothed back,
oily, slick, raven black.
In fact,
I would say, he resembles
a model from some glossy magazine,
with his highly polished,
lace-up, Italian shoes.

But, the main thing that struck me,
was the way his long lashes
rested on his made-up cheeks;
they never flickered once….

how could they?