P. M.

[everyadventure]

May I spend the afternoon with you?
We'll sit on your crumbling stoop
among the pots of red geraniums

sharing a cigarette
and secrets, exhaling both
with slow pleasure

and whispering
about that wild-haired lady
walking her shaggy Lhasa Apso…
is it possible they have the same hairdresser?

Leaning easily,
propping each other up
through rueful confessions
and bouts of hopeless laughter…

Spend the afternoon with me.

[YesNo]

I think you made a nice tie between the beginning and the end with reference to spending the afternoon together with a good description in between of that bonding.

[PrinceMyshkin]

The person (actual or imagined) to whom this poem is addressed would, I'm guessing, gladly go along with this scenario with the likely small addition that he might find himself falling helplessly in love with you!

[yuka]

I dont know whom you are asking for
But no matter who it is
It's hard to refuse
Such a sweet request

[everyadventure]

You are all invited :)

[Delta40]

I can only imagine what a Lhasa Apso looks like....

[paperleaves]

Wow, this is absolutely beautiful :) I love the imagery, ea!

[Hawkman]

An invitation to sit for a portrait of true companionship. loved it.

[MystyrMystyry]

Party at every's! :D

[everyadventure]

Party at every's! :D
Located at 426 Cultural Wasteland Way.

[Twota]

It's so sweet :D

I really like
''sharing a cigarette
and secrets, exhaling both
with slow pleasure'' :)

[hillwalker]

I took P M to mean Private Message aimed specifically at me - so the tickets are booked, flight leaves in the morning, I've got the bottle of wine and the snacks - see you there.

H