starve happy

i blunder milligrams and micrograms

you stop me 
i expect a lash
you grasp my wrist
firm
gently make a point 
that it's not a major point
but enough to point

i advance millimeters and micrometers
blonde streaks threading through gentle hazelnut
waves upon waves floating at the nape
masculine narrow blue eyes determination
feminine grasping hand educating encouraging
faint facial lines proving worth and time 

i walk outside
scan the usual fare
decide to starve
happy