Lucy Lee
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Review by SERKLE34, January, 2018
Lucy in my head with diamonds. And I can't get her out of my head. Of the 171,476 words in the English language, only one is worth keeping. Shakira knew it well: perfection. Because if you only knew this word, you would still be able to explain your feelings when you first meet Lucy. When you go to her place and she opens the door, your eyes are drawn to her beautiful smile, framed by lips that look like rose petals covered by the morning dew, and to her dark eyes grinning at you, glimmering like distant stars in the sky of a hot summer night. When she presses her lips against yours and you feel her soft tongue, you are transformed, moved to a different place where you float without feeling anything else, all your sensory neurons firing frantically, sending electrical impulses to your brain as if all the neurotransmitters in your peripheral nervous system are now trying to help you capture this moment, and make it permanent. When she moves away and the spell is broken, you look at her and wonder how perfection came about. You wonder whether God really exists, and she made this one exception to create this immaculate human, making Lucy in her own image, so that one day she could join her in the Parthenon of perfect beings.