A Date

We talked about the books she loved.
And TV shows we both had watched,
And as we walked the riverside
We laughed about the jokes I'd botched

She learned about my brother's life,
I learned about her sister's --
We walked so long, I worried that
We'd both end up with blisters.

And there she was, so beautiful,
Us just chatting with the setting sun,
Her laughter down the river bank,
Another autumn day was done --

I walked her to her place, and then
She asked me in the door:
And with the laughter of the day,
She showed me what the night
Was for

A Dating Memory – Carnival

So up we went
To a sky that nearly swallowed us –
A bass line could be heard across
The vast expanse of people –
Smells of sugar and salt and butter and
A bit of your perfume
I still can smell —

Two holding hands and feeling high
In several different ways –
We laughed to feel the wind and all
The myriad sensations of the evening –
Clad in our respect for dating, and
Our devotion to the cause of discovering
Just how high and how far and how fast
We could go

At fourteen

And not really on a date, but only sort of

in soul of search mates

 


belonging.

the sad is search and
difficult with all of its
dramatics to turn oneself into a
prize it’s moral

acrobatics we love because
we love to love to need to feel
inside but all that ever was
and is is made of clove and

pride we string along our
platitudes we soon evince our
longing but souls are made of fragile
stuff and yearning for


 

Palms & Pavilion

I took a date down to these waters
Many years ago;
To talk and watch the day go down
From light to indigo

And she was right next to me, I
Inhaled her with the air –
A scent I still remember
As though I was sitting there

And friends, among the many things
I know that I have lost;
The roads I will not find again,
The gone whose paths I’ve crossed

She sits inside me, always,
Ever beautiful, and one:
Amid palms & pavilion
At the setting of
The sun

= = = = =

Photo credit : © Erichinson | Dreamstime.com – Palms & Pavillion, Gulf Coast Photo

Roni’s Engagement

She called to tell me that she was engaged –
Me, dating some love spasm at the time –
Who I brought with me to meet them for drinks
Which I think were Coronas – yes – with lime

And she still looked a perfect movie star
And so did he, if truth, in fact, be told;
They were so good together: he was kind.
And I was happy for the ring of gold

She wore now on her finger as a sign
That she with him would now forever stay.
A thing I thought unlikely at the time,
Although they’re still together to this day

It’s funny: I write poems all the time.
I dredge these stories up from memory:
And find sometimes I didn’t know my heart
Until I write these down in poetry

We’d flirted with each other, and had tested
The waters of erotic friendliness;
When that part of our friendship was abandoned
I found, I didn’t love her any less

I loved her more as friends; for she was regal,
And meant for kindness as a life reward:
And she was happy now – I know she still is –
With someone who loved her
Who she
Adored