if you’ll be my wife.
9.40pm is when the clock says
this is at last happening
but I am happenstance –
mascara streaming
a beatific woman who smells like
keen spirit
is nestled to my chest
your body is humming to
chain gang primordial
beat metal thumping
I want to lie lie lie here and
stare at the ceiling, saintly
Mary who holds all our sins
they tell me
when I am not asking
that you are a great man
a lovely man
a good man
but aren’t I the meanest
goddamn woman
you have ever seen?
eleanor j jackson 
I saw you. You are incredibly beautiful
I saw you before I read you words, just gorgeous. You are incredibly beautiful.
hehhe – now you’re just making me blush.
lucky my words got good make up then, eh?
Haha absolutely, Brisbane is smaller than it seems, hopefully I’ll bump into you sometime in the near future…and perhaps I’ll muster the courage to approach you.