Well dressed
and fashionably late,
a smile that lit the room
and eyes
that captured and held the gazes
of every dimly lit soul present.
You were always the attraction.
You, with your perfect skeletal structure,
flawless skin
and subtle muscular symmetry…
… and nice teeth,
big and straight.
Your predatory smile
left more than one of our guests
feeling a little bit
like they were being eyed for lunch,
and I never said otherwise.
It was always funny to me,
the way they tried to dismiss you,
as uncultured and untaught.
Ignorant and incapable
and maybe a little bit
in over your head,
but you always left them speechless
in the end.
I have ever seen anyone
so deftly disarming.
The effortlessly capable way
you would draw upon
your ivy league education
without a hint of ego
and when challenged,
brush the claws of their wit away
with amusement,
like they were the playful paws of kittens.
I loved you for it.
Unexpected brilliance
in a dull world,
silently resigning itself to its fate.
You were a lighthouse
to my drifting ship.
You were Polaris,
guiding me on.
You were more than what love could make alone.
Faulted with deep contradictions
that you never seemed to understand,
nor allow to limit, or define you
to the world.
You appeared as little more than an apparition,
a ghostly figure,
not thought to truly exist.
They said you held
all the attributes of a fictional character,
as if you had escaped the page
of some cheap paperback,
but to me, you were so much more.
You, the waking dream,
become perfect flesh and bone.
A creature of my mind
that walked the Earth.
My Eve,
that I created first.
HG – 2016
