DieterM
05-22-2014, 09:23 AM
This is what I expected:
glances first, and coy smiles,
and our mobile numbers
scribbled on business cards.
Then some flowers,
red carnations maybe
or daffodils or jonquils.
We’d know what they mean.
Then an invitation; dinner,
candle-lit and shy,
our hands touching
lightly and adventitiously
while we sip red wine.
And afterwards—perhaps—
a bold first kiss before we…
But you’re a heathen, a
sweet mellow barbarian.
You sit across from me,
drowning my rules and do-nots
by pressing your leg against
mine, by laying a hot moist hand
on my knee; you’re not
into deciphering flowers but
into driving the cutlas of your
open stare into my unprotected
skull. You make me get drunk
on your uncoy smiles; instead of
mobile numbers, we exchange
fluttering heartbeats, and I
count the metro stations, willing,
oh so willing to surrender to your
pirate boarding…
glances first, and coy smiles,
and our mobile numbers
scribbled on business cards.
Then some flowers,
red carnations maybe
or daffodils or jonquils.
We’d know what they mean.
Then an invitation; dinner,
candle-lit and shy,
our hands touching
lightly and adventitiously
while we sip red wine.
And afterwards—perhaps—
a bold first kiss before we…
But you’re a heathen, a
sweet mellow barbarian.
You sit across from me,
drowning my rules and do-nots
by pressing your leg against
mine, by laying a hot moist hand
on my knee; you’re not
into deciphering flowers but
into driving the cutlas of your
open stare into my unprotected
skull. You make me get drunk
on your uncoy smiles; instead of
mobile numbers, we exchange
fluttering heartbeats, and I
count the metro stations, willing,
oh so willing to surrender to your
pirate boarding…