Cutting a dash
10am suited and booted. Suave and
Sophisticated with a keen eye for the ladies
And one lady in particular. A man on a
Mission, a man struck by love and in no
Mood to take no for an answer. A man
Who had everything save the one thing
He craved most - a beautoiful wife. He
Had chosen his beau-to-be and was out
To win her - today with any luck.
She had seen him too, a truly beautiful
Man. Can a man be beautiful I wondered?
Well, she thought so, this one was up there
In a class of his own in her opinion. A man
Of substance, a slick dresser with an Italian
Flair that left nothing to chance. A man of
Impeccable taste with a wallet of considerable
Celebrity said to be in need of a wheelbarrow
To haul it around in. All the attributes a man
Might require in his quest to attract and secure
A beautiful woman.
The Italian element was to be found in his
Wardrobes of which he had many and where
Power-suits of the very latest vogue, craze,
Rage, proliferated. His tailors where to be
Found in Rome, Naples and Bologna where
The finest fabrics were masterfully coaxed into
A la mode eye-catching morning, afternoon
And evening gentleman's apparel. A fashion
Somewhat reminiscent of the style once
Described as 1950s English. Crisp to a fault
And often to be seen in city banking and high
Finance circles, where elaborate, some might
Say arrogant, over-flashy dress was used to both
Signal elevated status and dissuade borrowers.
Flawless white shirt, tab collar, diamond pin
Sharp knot, sky blue waistcoat and fob ... A
Prelude to an opera of redoubtable distinction.
Oh, and the jacket and pants, an absolute joy,
Tight where tight was required and less so
Where a little accomodation introduced yet
Another classic dimension of Italian dress.
He had her in his mind's eye long before they
Met and when they finally did meet, albeit
At a distance he fell for her immediately. A
Formidable connoisseur of style himself he
Had a penchant for stylish woman. He could
Look at a woman and know precisely what
Was under each layer of dress all the way
Through to her flesh, often revealing a quite
Dazzling repertoire in terms of perfumery.
Bowled over? I'll say she was. They collided
By organised accident. Both knew where the
Other would be (their agents gossiped) and
Thus both had appointments at the same art
Gallery at the same time. Money alone was
Not enough for a man of such self-assurance
And breathtaking personal presentation. Such
A man must be surrounded by beautiful objects
And beautiful art and thus they met reviewing
A painting of a beautiful woman almost as
Beautiful as the one stood beside him.
Later in a hotel where the entrée costs more
Than the average man's daily worth, money
And style bloomed in abundance. Boxes and
Bags galore lingered in the foyer recently
Decanted from a stretched limo whose rear
Wheel arches were down to the tyres such
Were the number of purchases in a shopping
Spree high-end retailers will never forget.
Whilst at the desk, an abusive sum of money
Secured the penthouse suit for a month.
A profitable enterprise for all concerned when
Cutting a dash cuts two ways. Two lovers who
Matched each other perfectly she had as much
Money as he and she too had a liking for style.
Did they live happily ever after? Of course they
Did, sex, style and money an almost faultless
Combination. They did however, occasionally
Stray from the nuptial couch for nights of
Heated exuberance - but I'll tell you about
That another time.
© Joseph G Dawson
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