And more, obviously,
Than she's willing to say outside of tone and gesture.
She knows the danger of artists:
Expectations that paint stains on jeans and white t-shirts,
A familiarity with the messy and the tactile,
Mean the bedroom will never be tidy -- in the best possible way.
She sees the sweat orb on his forehead
Knowing the room is not warm;
Neither should he feel rushed
As some things trump the closing time posted.
She figures, if given the chance,
Something could be done about his stupid haircut.