Kathleen Turner

She is always
wide awake, a spring
of laughter all coiled up
occasionally sprung,
meek in those
sweet girly clothes
that mask her competence,
wanting nothing from you
but to be reliable and true.

She hates factory made men
who never encounter,
can tell at a glance
and never replies,
wants a hero
who won't run.

She doesn't need to be rescued,
is round and sound,
human in full, wanting
from you only
unaffected speech.