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[title] => Mr. Perfect
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[bodytext] => He opens the door with that Strong, sturdy hand. That hand easily grips The basketball he carries through the air and slams Right through the painted metal rim In the overly lit gymnasium. A hero in that long, smooth, silk, white jersey. His spotless, sheer white Nike Takes the first step into the night, Leaving behind a small imprint Of the number fifteen on the dirty tiled floor. His left leg, Covered by slightly worn Cerulean denim (extra large), follows his right. Those legs carry his firm torso Into the chilly February night. Those legs he leaps off of To catch the fly ball soaring down The left foul line To lead his team to victory. He’s fully consumed By the black of the night. The frigid wind Blows right through His field of short, healthy, dark hair. He squints His intense, chestnut eyes As the blast stings his Naturally dawn-tinted cheeks Through a thin strip of soft whiskers. He squints his vigor, energetic eyes At the opponent through his mask, Mouth guard placed behind his Thin, serious, appealing lips. He bends, arms out, Perfect for me to fall into He bends, arms out, Ready to tackle. His ears, neon pink. But only his face effected By the mid-winter chill. His solid upper body covered in His varsity apparel. His strength contained By the soft, but heavy leather. A knight in a navy blue Michigan jacket. Just glancing at this true, real man Brings feeling back into my numb fingers. Staring him down, All six feet and then some, Causes warmth to flow back through my lifeless legs. He begins to speak. His deep, genuine voice Melts the ice. Lights the fire Of everlasting passion In my heart. This All Star, This MVP, This player of the game, This champion. This knight in a varsity jacket, This hero in a silky jersey. My All Star, My champion, My knight, My hero. My everything. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Drapes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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