Life’s a Poem Withstood

Lloyd:

A heart held so lovingly in one’s hand, as with shore becomes one. Held still within my arms - a babe, with eyes of darkest brown, who looks upon me with the warmest of smiles. There’s a beauty laid before me, scattering what little sky stands between the soul, what was and remains. I love to like this babe, as love stands too tough a word to personify it’s majesty.

Judy:

Lloyd? What in the world are you doing?

Lloyd:

Jude, I… er… was reciting poetry. Original.

Judy:

I see. You’re at war with words, I take it.

Lloyd:

You took to it correctly.

Judy:

As always. While you’re in the talking mood, why don’t you speak me to sleep?

Lloyd:

With pleasure, my lovely lady. A man can stroke the hair of maidens from far past, to those of yet to be approached, but there will ever be only one where the fingers feel natural. Where each strand feels un-ventured by another.

Judy:

And how often have you stroked a maiden’s hair to know this?

Lloyd:

One. And one only.

Judy:

And who might that be?

Lloyd:

I’m looking at her.

Judy:

Statistically speaking, that is an impossibility.

Lloyd:

How so?

Judy:

You can’t base the rest of your life on the touch of one woman’s hair. Even if Noddy Land we inhabited, there are rules, conducts put forth for us to follow.

Lloyd:

Such as?

Judy:

Consent. I don’t know about you, but I would feel rather alarmed if a man I was unfamiliar with began stroking my hair. Wouldn’t you?

Lloyd:

I wouldn’t know.

Judy:

No, you wouldn’t. But take it from me, the average woman would find it unappealing. Life isn’t poetry, Lloyd, poetry is a construction of what one seeks from life. Anyway, if to touch a lady’s hair determines how one feels about them, then your theory is greatly flawed.

Lloyd:

And how is that?

Judy:

You were with Barbara long before you met me. You had two children together, long before you met me.

Lloyd:

That may be so, but if I recall, I never truly loved her.

Judy:

Then why marry her? Why devote so much of yourself to her, and let her carry your children?

Lloyd:

Why did you marry Michael?

Judy:

Because I loved him.

Lloyd:

You loved him?

Judy:

Yes. At the time.