A woman’s arm

A woman young and lean,
With skin fair and lovely,
Stood by me in a bus stop,
Her lateral view in my focus.
How graceful she was!
How more so her arm was!
Especially the upper one in the sleeveless!
Watch the curve of the hand;
The flesh that slides down
Back from the shoulder mount,
Spreading behind the arm pit
And sloping down to the firm elbow,
With a contrast of the shallow concave
Formed in front below the color bone,
By which it sends the profile of the chest
More protruding as if falling.
I left the site necessarily.
January 2005 11.2

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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