You look bad on an escalator. You look good in a movie theater. You appear dangerously attractive on a street corner. You look softly melodic hair spread fanned out on a bed. You look scary in my heart. You roll through an aquarium looking through glass walls at the scary territory of my heart. Have I mentioned my heart? you two should meet, he's that one out there on the plains.
(he volumelessly backhands the binoculars into her chest without taking his eyes off the horizon)
(and she wraps her slender fingers around them and raises the lenses up in line to meet her own)
