It is always amazing to watch a beautiful woman’s lips do what they do as she struggles not to smile about a wisdom she is sure is universal but takes maturity to understand and about which she is just as sure you are ignorant. Beauty has its own authority; its own overpowering particulars even when it misses. But only for a while. Is a little faux pas she doesn’t know anything about on her part over trifles really that big a deal?
So you want to be on the inside after all? You’re going to take that job?! She wipes the frosting off her lipstick in a show of certainty, flicking her finger faster than when she first started the move and looks at me with eyes sparkling a small disappointment. Its her attempt at personal comedy to soften the disapproval.
I look back, not sure how it looks and not caring. It looks like you’re almost out of punch.
As I take her glass she says: How can you be so smug to be so ignorant? Her struggle turns to sincerity. Her eyebrows and eyes take over for the lips. And I’m still staring.
Job 39:14-18 For she leaveth her eggs to the earth, and warmeth them in the dust, And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may trample them. She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers; her labour is in vain, without her concern. For God hath deprived her of wisdom, and hath not furnished her with understanding. What time she lasheth herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
In the Name of Jesus Christ, amen
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