I Believe I should
for a girl with long slim fingers
who can play a violin with finesse
a girl who can recite all the words
to Debussy’s “Trois Chansons de Bilitis.”
Or perhaps one
with a delicate voice.
A girl who can hush me to sleep
with her soft laments.
I lie awake at night,
drinking and dreaming
of her perfectly manicured nails
and tender spoken words.
That soft pout
and the colour of her eyes.
Grey, Green, Black, Blue,
It matters little.
I lay back, yawn, and fold my hands behind my head.
Eyes will be eyes,
and Love will be love.