In a sudden frenzy of love yesterday came back to me, breathless. This poem bubbled up in it's place: First dateCurious, our new church friends ask how we met, expecting a nice tale fitting our place in their world quickly we exchange glances and I giggle, while you explore new shades of red certainly desert vanilla pudding would smooth the edges of the coming story, honey (my eyes plead) "At work," I answer too quickly, "but our first date..Was...A bookstore." you slide in falling over my words (we leave out the exact nature, these are nice people) the first time we held hands, something forced because of my hair expertly we dance, clearing the table and the air, "Charley knew a lot about about the books." (and things for sale) I deadpan. Never breaking a smiling. His knowledge amazes me still and our church friends leave, impressed and dazzled.
In a sudden frenzy of love yesterday came back to me, breathless.
This poem bubbled up in it's place:
First date
Curious, our new church friends ask
how we met, expecting a nice tale
fitting our place in their world
quickly we exchange glances
and I giggle, while you explore
new shades of red
certainly desert vanilla pudding
would smooth the edges of
the coming story, honey (my eyes plead)
"At work," I answer too quickly, "but our
first date..Was...A bookstore." you slide in
falling over my words
(we leave out the exact nature, these
are nice people) the first time we held
hands, something forced because of my hair
expertly we dance, clearing the table
and the air, "Charley knew a lot about
about the books." (and things for sale)
I deadpan. Never breaking a smiling.
His knowledge amazes me still and our
church friends leave, impressed and dazzled.