It was the tits.
That’s what made me love her.
Her generosity was great,
her eyes extraordinary
but I could see neither of those across the room
at that initial party.
It wasn’t her bouncy personality
that attracted my attention
but, indeed,
other things.

It was the tits
that made me smile.
It was the tits
that caught my eye.
It was the tits that guided me
missile-direct
within range of her other
innumerable traits.
It was the tits
that pulled me in.

And she could have pushed me away
if I didn’t have things to offer her
like my charm
and knowledge
of 12th century superheroes
and what I could do
to my eyebrows
with my tongue.

“That,” she said to me,
on that very first day,
“is the tits.”