She is loud, yet tiny,
Legs of a half-starved child,
Body of a woman
With eyes that want to eat the world.
She walks with bare feet
And her hand holds precarious shoes.
And he is balding,
In youthful jeans
A bright red shirt
That used to baggy
And now fits his fat
Like a skin on a cheap sausage.
He holds her hand more tightly,
As she scabs a light
And she holds court,
With wit as sharp as her heels
And smokes partly for the drama.
He traps her with his arm
But he need not worry,
She likes his humour and his eyes,
And she has an optimistic soul.
He wants to keep hold of his prize
He is captivated by her
Dangerous shorts, one liners
And animal print bra
Barely covered by her top.
So their flawed romance starts,
And will be finished soon
Under a zombie movie sky.
