A round, inviting face and a smile
with more wattage than a NYC power station.
Full, expressive cheeks; a sculptor’s dream,
and Reuben never painted a better figure.
Even her small imperfections, like the vestigial
toenail or the small signs of acne on her forehead.
She has soft, dark eyes,
eyes that capture as surely as a black hole.
and too much
for a broke-ass, wannabe poet like me.