Becky is beautiful
but kind and cruel,
Her eyes flash when I call her a vamp,
and when I bad mouth her boyfriend.
“You make me laugh,” she says, “can I kill you?”
She has the hair of a teenage friend,
the eyes of an old love, the profile and
features of a desirable aunt, the body of
the goddess Parvati, and a smile like paradise.
Her mischief resembles that of a childhood adversary.
“I’m going to turn you into an ass,” she smiles.
Her hoot face is reserved for her most cunning lies,
“I thought I’d see you there,” yet she still
succeeds in soothing the situation.
‘Does she really sleep with him?’
“I’m sorry about your Grandad,”
she says, like Mum at such times.
Warmth floods the room…