An awkward little meeting I always saw in my head when I imagined talking to a girl I liked...
Saying Hello
Her eyes hold me in their crystal gaze,
What thoughts whisper through her mind?
What muted insinuations of raw emotions dwell behind that veiled expression?
Is it too much to hope to know,
Should I read so deep into one so endless in nous?
Could I bear the truth should it take me by the throat like a murderer,
Bare-faced and emotionless as it throttles the very life from my bones?
Yet here I am choked still,
The words hanging in my throat like the condemned of old,
Kicking and struggling for their freedom in a losing battle,
Like the light in their eyes the words fade from my mind,
Her cynical smile the assassin of my tongue once more,
Finally my mind sputters forth a mindless utterance to feign some intelligence,
“Hi…”
My mind explodes with a thousand screams,
Chastising me for my asinine greeting,
What a curse it is to be a man,
What words do we have for hailing such beauty?
Could we even get those words out in the face of such adversity?
Nay,
When faced with the grace and gaze of a true woman even the most hardy of men falter,
Reduced to shuffling feet and twitching thumbs,
Conversations on how strange the weather is today,
A battery of compliments launched towards her,
Everything she’s ever heard before from every man,
Over and over as if we share the same brain.
The knowing grin tells me all,
My folly has been has analyzed and mocked in her mind already,
My battle plan routed and left licking its wounds,
Surprise was my ally yet it turned tail and ran as my mouth gave away the plot,
My ambitions laid bare at her feet,
Begging for her mercy as my attempt at a smile is suddenly accented by crimson blush.
“So this is where you ask what I’m doing later.”
Her voice the very definition of smug,
Her grin showing no superiority yet displaying all her pleasure to me,
Like a cat toying with her mouse her games unfolding behind her untelling gaze,
My Fate unfolding in her very hands.
“Guess you’ve found me out.”
The pretences gone my tongue found itself freed,
Yet I somehow found my shoes much more interesting,
“Yes, your clever phrases gave you away.”
The wide smile across her face was somewhat more comforting than menacing,
“Well, uh, do you like food?”
Some thoughts are better left unsaid sometimes,
Her laugh having an adverse effect on my knees,
“Only when I’m hungry. You know you’re cute when you’re absolutely lost.”
My interest suddenly turned to the surroundings as I searched for a large rock for shelter,
“So… are you? You know… Hungry?”
Strange how years of English can be overwhelmed by a second or two of cleavage,
“It just so happens I am.”
I one fluid movement as graceful as a practiced dancer she hopped from her perch,
Taking my shaking hand in her own she led me off,
In what direction we went I did not care,
Her soft warm hand mollifying the resistance in me as we strolled off.
Her head rested on my shoulder as we sedately strolled off into the distance,
“What took you so long?”
Her question causing my first real smile of the encounter to spread across my face,
The intimacy we were sharing finally breaking the stuttering fever that gripped my brain,
“Took me ages to think up that irresistible line.”
Our laughter rang off the buildings as we made our way to get the promised food,
The sound echoing back to me,
A smile infecting my face to an epidemic degree,
So this is what the music of love sounds like,
Maestro, play on.
Phrased with the masterful perception of the well-versed poet, this proclamation of early attraction is all that and more -- the metaphor used seeps into the reader's mind there to stay - - a well written verse for sure.
It didn't take long to realize the poet of this charming write is a master story-teller, and told this enchanting if somewhat uncomfortable or awkward meeting and exchange with a beautiful woman quite wonderfully! Indeed, maestro, write on! Carl.