Getting Even

Asymmetry. I look at her. I can't stop
Looking. What a lovely face! Her skin
Is pale, of course. Her hair is red, the softer
Shade her genes produced, a welcome
Change from those unsightly mops possessed
By high school girls who still believe that,
Though half of their peers also have
Done the same, it's hip to have dyed one's
Hair red. My rose-crowned Aphrodite
Seems a little tall, and slender, tender as
The best asparagus. I stare because I want
Her badly.

She stares back because I am strange, so old,
Too tanned, possessor of a beard which
Isn't trimmed or combed. She wants nothing
To do with me, she's sure. I'll have to deal
With that. A long and careful courtship, half
Attentiveness, and equals parts material
Incentives and plain flattery, may do the trick,
And, in the end, if all goes well, when our eyes
Will meet, our thoughts will prove to be
Symmetrical.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-09 at 01:49

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