Justin
by
Nathanael Smith

Just beyond reach or tries
Up above other's lies
Smiling symbol of epitomies
Tantalyzing my eyes
Inside my mind I see
Nothing like this fantasy

Almost alongside I draw
Nothing else beyond I saw
Drop down to petty slave
Resuming my proper place
Eyeing places high above
With a slight tint of mauve

Resulting pride I leave behind
Ever pressing to the top
Ease of move beyond reproach
Sock of white won't pop
Escapading at the top

Angelic face and attitude
Lighthearted seeming lattitude
Inside eye pierces me