Her

Courting blue

teardrop eyes

swell my soul

Nose

so flawless and fitting

it is inconspicuous

Lips laugh

to inform full cheeks

creating a delightful smile

Hoyden-gold hair

reaches for

and dances on

sensuous shoulders

So much

I think I know

or

would like to know

about this woman

Is she as perfect as she seems?

or

Is it simply

infatuation

I feel for my fresh acquaintance?

I fear I may never know.

© Patrick Farrell 1994

This poem was published in the Fall 1994 Bayou Review.

This poem was written about Karen before they met. After she read it by accident, she fell in love with him, and within days they decided to spend the rest of their lives together. The first title was “Her,” and it was later changed to “Karen.”

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