22 August 2010

Covet: Marble Man

We locked eyes from across the room and I knew that I had to meet him.  How could I resist those cascading curls, the porcelain skin and that aristocratic air that whispered: look but don't touch?  Though quite short, his demeanor towered over the others in attendance and I was smitten.  True, some might call him cold and this assessment of his character would not be completely untrue but I sensed a warmth just beneath the finery and I wondered if there was a chance I might take him home.

3 comments:

Laurent said...

Hanging about Twickenham again, are we?

Blue said...

Where did you meet, this aristocrat and you?

W.E. said...

We met in a magical musty space filled top to bottom with architectural remnants.... oversized artifacts from grand structures long lost to the incessant rebuilding of NYC. Not exactly Twickenham but I am intrigued...