quite certain, she who hates to be late
was late to our first date,
five years ago,
today.
she still shudders,
over that,
and now,
for other things.
like my poems.
rainy night, hair tangled,
coming from dancing
Argentine tango
with one of its living masters,
no taxi, impoverished excuse.
of that first date,
poem writ, no repeat,
but if you had told me
five years on, we would
wake up, our hair, wires
entangled, yet again...
I would have reply,
wrong boy, unchained,
wringing out bitter herbs of having,
done my 30 years
in the big house
of a failed marriage,
I am a wine taster,
a player.
told her straight out,
sweet certainty is not my objective,
she laughed, replying,
right back at ya, me too,
"same place, same way,"
our pact, healing, sealing,
with a fist bump.
five years ago.
we were certain.
now, I answer her questions
before she asks them,
now, she forbids me from
buying her any more trinkets.
but I am almost
quite certain
I didn't
hear her say that.
Quite Certain:
of so many things
that seemed important once,
by the wayside fallen.
that I will be writing
fabulous
incredible
virtual
extraordinary
little love poems,
to her, many years on,
even though
no new words I will own.
but quite certain,
will be still reminding her,
she came late to our first date,
and She will still and
always be falling in love with this poet.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 9:39 AM UTC
quite certain, she who hates to be late
was late to our first date,
five years ago,
today.
she still shudders,
over that,
and now,
for other things.
like my poems.
rainy night, hair tangled,
coming from dancing
Argentine tango
with one of its living masters,
no taxi, impoverished excuse.
of that first date,
poem writ, no repeat,
but if you had told me
five years on, we would
wake up, our hair, wires
entangled, yet again...
I would have reply,
wrong boy, unchained,
wringing out bitter herbs of having,
done my 30 years
in the big house
of a failed marriage,
I am a wine taster,
a player.
told her straight out,
sweet certainty is not my objective,
she laughed, replying,
right back at ya, me too,
"same place, same way,"
our pact, healing, sealing,
with a fist bump.
five years ago.
we were certain.
now, I answer her questions
before she asks them,
now, she forbids me from
buying her any more trinkets.
but I am almost
quite certain
I didn't
hear her say that.
Quite Certain:
of so many things
that seemed important once,
by the wayside fallen.
that I will be writing
fabulous
incredible
virtual
extraordinary
little love poems,
to her, many years on,
even though
no new words I will own.
but quite certain,
will be still reminding her,
she came late to our first date,
and She will still and
always be falling in love with this poet.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/first-date-11/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/entanglement-2/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/always-fall-in-love-with-a-poet/
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