Let's face it

A car that glints in the
shimmer of the sun
and she asks herself if
he's the one. . .

"You are too thin!"
"Dear girl its beauty!"
"It's anorexia!"
"Oh, it's jealousy!"


Confident strides make
thoughts drift in the air,
casual style;
his hands in his hair.

"I know he's pathetic."
"Too quick, let's see"
Turning towards us,
"How can this be?"

I beg for belief, it
is all in his smile.
"Hasty as ever,
just wait a while."

"I am in love, eyes
intoxacation and wine,
style, oh it slays,
this man is divine!"

He walks towards us,
she begins to reel,
giving up, falling over
as he takes the wheel.

Settling beside her
as smug as his tone,
he moves forwards
and says,

"Madam, may I touch your bones?"

Eyes wide in horror
insult taints my lady,
and I say," It is anorexia
and not jealousy."