The glare of the T.V. on her face | 1 |
was all I needed. | 2 |
She smiled, she knew I was looking. | 3 |
I went back to watching | 4 |
Gene play talk show host. | 5 |
She shifted, brushing back her hair with a little cough | 6 |
and evening the creases in her long skirt. | 7 |
A modest perfume brushed across my face. | 8 |
Taking another glance now. | 9 |
She was beauty | 10 |
dressed in Amish clothes. | 11 |
Her skirt long, crying out for Beatles music. | 12 |
Her shirt conservative, in every way, | 13 |
except for the air space inside. | 14 |
Her hair smelled of hard work and patience. | 15 |
And while I slipped a smile at her simplicity, | 16 |
what I felt inside took all my will to decipher. | 17 |
They say men are visual creatures. | 18 |
What we did that night had | 19 |
nothing to do with visual. | 20 |