he knows what he wants--
an esoteric ideal Aphrodite muse
who quotes shakespeare and cnn
then falls quivering to her knees to accept him.
but her, the one he hasn't seen--
her blue jeans, inquisitive eyes
and caustic tongue are stuff of mortals,
politics a bore, she quotes film instead.
a decade done, adrift, apart, divided,
an accidental network reuinites them-
which pleasantries to exchange,
those of lovers, friends or strangers?
she knows what she wants--
those devious eyes that saw through the bitch
that held her down when her mind wouldn't keep still,
that searched for her longing, lacivious letters in blue.
but him, the one she hasn't seen--
time has civilized and sobered,
matured him into a full bodied white collar
dulled his gaze and of his azure hair.