Paradigm
Paradigm
She imagines
you’re attracted to her glow,
her energy,
her aura.
She imagines you see the woman
shaped by parents,
molded, treasured,
wrapped and gifted to the world.
You imagine
how she would look naked.
You imagine how soft her breasts
must be,
resting on a strong abdomen,
protection for
butterflies that live there
and awaken
with your touch.
You imagine her
holding a scale to weigh
her self-worth.
Eyes searching yours,
hungry for approval.
You imagine yourself
painted into her
unfinished self-portrait,
hushed tones
of two lives
melded.
You imagine your hands
on her fragile back
bordered by soft, round shoulders,
supported by twin columns
of muscle.
You imagine yourself a tattoo on her spine
that curves all the way down
to the separation
of fleshy mounds.
Imagine your surprise
as she walks away.
Hips gently swaying,
see-saw motion of shoulders,
and the mole just under her left shoulder blade
winking goodbye.
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