thew

perfection is pleasant
to look at
but has no time
to hold me
it has to run and jump
and seems tacitly to
scold me
and my lazy Sunday ways

not for me
some marble sculpture
of a man
all thews and sinews
cut in symmetry
rock hard and rippling

give me soft and jiggling
strong but squishy
cozy and delicious
fit and fine but
not so overly ambitious

who'll walk with me
at a shared pace
hand in hand
no need to race

content
in a moment
of repose
yes
that's the man for me
I suppose