plumbing her benthic
i knew her instantly i
recognized her
out of the millions of faces probably more that i’ve ever seen
her’s was the one that always stood out hers was the one i was always looking for
i suddenly realized that we’d be making our bed
i knew instantly she was a screamer
shy demure her persona was impeccable
fair and waifish her posture betrayed history of gymnastics
but the glasses and her use of the language whispered librarian
there was no hiding her appetite and experience from a hunter like me
years long courtship
Odysseus would have been proud
i met every challenge with glee
maywhim she called it among the many
beautiful ways she had of looking
at something something dirty and is dirty and useful
i knew that once her mind opened it would be hard to keep up
i knew there would be work involved in earning her respect
that was the only way to open her mind, that was the only way to open her soul
what i didn’t know i’d soon learn and i’d keep an open mind and i would soon learn it
the magic that we knew was lost forever to the magic that was new
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forgot to semicolon, not conma, between the lines about mind and soul. poor semicolon, I feel it’s archaic pain in its rare necessity