Love Is A Great Beautician Poem by Adryan Barnathan

He looks at me
and says,
''you look
as good
as those models
I see
in the magazines''
I say, ''yeah,
all 5 ft 1 of me'!

Who does he see
when his
eyes gleam?

I don't see
''that reflection''
looking back
still,
even when
I've just awoken
puffy eyed
and hair
all knotted
he'll say,
''honey
you look good
this morning''.
But it's ''he''
who has the face
of a God
and doesn't bother
looking at it,
just shaves it
when he's
in the shower
and that is what
I like about him-.
when, unsuspected
he gracefully says,
''you look better now
then when we met,
every year
you just get
better and better''.
How can I not
love this man?


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