Salome

He loves her.
Though she can’t figure out why.

Was it the way she writes him love notes
on the torn pages of her diary?
the tiny hearts she drew on his bare back
with her fingertips?
Or was it the way she speaks to him
in her tiny sing-song voice
saying how she loves him?

He loves her.
Though she can’t figure out why.

Because she is anything but beautiful…
Just a mess of badly sketched lines, painful to the eyes..
She cannot see beauty in the poorly drawn veins
beneath her sandpaper skin.
Or in the monotonous pattern of pores
in her face.

But he does.

And he loves her.
Even if she can’t figure out why.



NOTE: Salome is a character in one of my yet to be written novel.