Hers were opinions subdued,
spoken quietly, lacking conviction.
Faint of bone,
soft of spirit, weak of knee.
Hers were understated passions,
reticent kisses and timid fingers.
Faint of heart,
faith in hardly anything.
Suzanne, on the other hand
Hers were thoughts the whole room knew,
she of leather jackets and brazen heels.
Faint of nothing,
transparent as her blouse.