A Date

I told the stars about your talk

All they did was blink

Knowingly, as though they knew

The way you walk, how you stick.

You got the idea of my intent

And you said, “sure.”
The morning wind, densely viscous

Struck me with its wet heat.

You were the first word

On my tongue

And I savored every syllable

And braved survival through the wait.
Gumball, anxious at the door

Sashayed his Pom Pom tail

Celebrating my arrival,

And querulous, “how’d the date go?”

But my head stung.

“I should have kissed her.”

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