Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #418
The Model by Belinda Roddie The model was tall, as she had to be, and took me out on quite a fancy date. I didn't mind how she loomed over me; in fact, I felt protected, like my fate had been preserved by a fine Amazon, a glorious crusader who would fight to keep me safe. We ate filet mignon and drank champagne until our heads were light and our lips shook with laughter. She then said that she was done with modeling. I thought about that, how my first impression had been her advertising shirts I bought and perfume I could not afford. Perhaps an end to that would end other mishaps.