Six degrees�

She looks into the window
Peering at her reflection…

 

He is beautiful to her
His teeth slightly stained yellow
A five o'clock shadow around his face
"It's the eyes", she thinks to herself. "There lie his charms"

 

She looks through the window
Noticing the blue glare of the northern lights
The black outlines of the trees in the yard
"It seems so quiet outside tonight
I like it like this", her inner voice notes…

 

I can hear a faint lisp in his voice
It reminds me that he is only human
It's easy to forget when they want you to dream him perfect
Women must be in love with his act?
If they really knew him, would they lust after his every move?

 

I  've watched him walk
He is awkward sometimes
Yet, his demeanor always fades into character
Intellectual leg crossing
I might add
Although, I can only assume
Body language speaks volumes

 

I like him
Not as the man he pretends to be
As the reflection I see in the window