His glittering eyes give him the advantage – even over the intellectuals.
His beard is theoretical.
He’s so smart, she says, all dreamy-eyed.
Hypothetically, I tell her.
She ignores me.
I want a man with strong arms who reads Foucault.
I knew him when his arms were stronger and he read Leviticus.
She ignores me.
His hands are everywhere when he speaks – even on the back of my neck.
His fingers are subliminal.
Lead Smile
Her smile is drafted with a clever hand; the lead is freshly pressed.
She doesn’t like anyone touching her lips because she has a thing for crisp edges and smudges drive her crazy.
She pouts when nobody is looking.
God, this feels good, she says.
Sometimes her mouth needs a break from all the heavy lifting.
But when they find her again, she picks up the world with her lips and she is their champion.
She has the ultimate smile.