Monday, December 5, 2011

BLIND DATE

How did we come to this - a blind date?
For both of us, a question
too awkward to address,
but had we asked why?
at the very outset
rather than pretend
we weren't rather lonely;
that we weren't rather desperate;
that things had not
gone rather wrong,
because
we each had some defect,
maybe the honesty
shone into our lives
would have ended the sense
of reaching into a hole
not knowing if inside
was a mouth with fangs
or something more agreeable.
You built a wall of words
with your rather desperate chatter,
and I built a wall of
encouraging smiles and
and friendly little remarks
while all the time
your eyes were getting larger than the room.
I noticed your hair fell rather sweetly,
and that your lips, your, mouth and teeth
were really rather lovely.
And quite as nice,
I soon was thinking,
were your cheek, your neck and ear.
The fact, however, does remain
that while we ate that meal
the dams which held our real selves
released just a trickle.


Outside the restaurant,
the night had grown
exceedingly cold
and walkiing to our cars
we passed a cat which mewed
and so I picked it up,
and made it purr,
and then you stopped my heart by saying
you wished that cat was you.

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