The distance contributed to her beauty.
The unknown decorated her beauty.
The uncertainty magnified her beauty.
With the simplicity of controlled, restrained and predictable play it kept in tact her beauty.
Once they have broken down the barriers of illusions the handsomeness slowly creeps away. The vivacity of their imperfections become enliven. Trying to keep up with their thoughts as their words escape their lips. The moments of silence are deafening, noticeable, faintly recorded into their memory. To defeat the prospects of an empty tape of records sounds is injected— of interplay of responses to questions and answers. The unknown and uncertainty of one is paired with the certainty of the other.
Here’s an idea. Let’s not talk to one another. We can sit, stand or be on our backs and listen to each other’s body— who smokes more?