Sopheeya Poem by Fred Babbin

Sopheeya

My Thursday morning trainer is
the real Queen of Sheba
although she calls herself Sopheeya
since she’s going incognito.

Nonetheless she is the Queen
with shining eyes so dark and keen
that see right through you
knowing too your every thought,

She has skin like cafe latte
velvety, so fine as fine can be
A sweet, small, turned up nose
with lovely shiny coal black hair
in tightly neat and curly rows

She is so tall, so slender,
and so regal standing there,
she has the posture of an eagle
with a voice that whispers in your ear
through lips just made for love

A little pregnant she may be,
which proves her fertility
to a schoolboy of 84
so in love with his instructor