Perfect Desire 

 

She fell hard for Felix

 

of course she would

he was perfect desire

 

He smelled like a chocolate coffee puppy

and spoke with the naive charm of a misdiagnosed artist

 

He was a dancer

and a little fancier than most boys she liked

 

but the way he moved

the devilment of thighs

each one at play with the pleated skirt

was delightful

 

-it was her skirt actually

he borrowed everything

 

in time

they would build a house

and fill it with children

 

they’d hoe a garden

and grow too many pumpkins

pickles and string-peas

 

on date night he’d fix her hair

pull it up and off her shoulders

so that he might kiss her neck come sunset

 

and again at breakfast 

 

Felix would simply appear when she was happy

or when she thought about hugging

 

She gave little attention to the aspect

that they’d never met

 

that neither knew the other

 

or the detail that he existed as a work of desire

 

He simply appeared when she was happy