To Fannie, with love

I watch the 70s reruns,
and marvel at your quick wit.
You laughed so easily at your dyslexia
and gleefully traded barbs with Brett,
your bright soul shining through.
Your beauty is deeper than
your smiling face,
should have known you
would give us
Fried Green Tomatoes and more.
You would never have given me
more than a kind word
or perhaps a smile
had you met me in person,
your heart leads you other directions
and that's fine.
But as testament to my hopelessness,
my base desires,
the certainty you never would have considered
my request,
I would have loved to see your boobs
in all their naked glory.