I’m sipping a drink and there’s a flash over there,
a face that I notice
I catch a glance, and i think, I must be Looking Good.
then i catch another, and I think I must be kidding myself,
so i look again, this time she’s not looking back so i have time to realize that i am kidding myself...
and i will never be looking quite that good.
her hair, is playing in the air a collection of curls cooing among cherubim
her dress is black, and fits her like something aphrodite borrowed from athena because it looks better on me anyway
her jewelry I think is a bit too simple for a goddess but i would think thus of anything set next to this face
She must be a goddess, she must be Five foot... two
and she holds a cocktail away from her floating like southern belle with a parasol,
But instead of running with water, or sunlight, or pretension, or whatever,
The Libation she holds has got the air just dripping with sex.
and I start to wonder how her glass keeps from sweating, because If i were that close...
Oh to be a glass in that hand...
But then, just before i look away (because i dont even know anymore how long I’ve been staring.) I catch another glance
she is across the room, at a party, a bar, a wedding, a bat mitzvah for my second cousin’s daughter, really i don’t remember
Because in that moment, I had a decision to make,
I could either
A) keep playing this game, and hope that maybe she’s more near sighted than i am and she’ll come over to me,
or B) admit my hubris and forget it,
or C) I could walk over to her and say
I want to be black wool in the winter time
and white linen in the summer, pure, cool and light
I will be the snowflakes that linger on the shoulders of your coat
making the Holidays with your family feel like sumer love on my childhood beaches
till I am brushed away by flaxen hair.
because If i were a snowflake, I might be fun to bring home with you,
and I’ll roll on your floor
then i will melt and join caribbean bay water,
I will be as blue and clear as these crystalized rings of thought that are lapping at a white linen toga and I will see the goddess in you every day,
and then my peripheral vision elbows my inner monologue, “I’ve never seen aphrodite in black”
and I realize that I’m staring in her eyes, and maybe i have been for a while, so looks like my Hubris is out of the bag.
But she is not moving, she just stands there, She must be used to this.
I’m sure I’m just every other asshole right now
because she is not budging, I go to the bar, get a shield for my hubris, and color my bumbling in valiance,
maybe I’ll be the guy, who soaring far too close to the sun,
can at least bring back some fiery brilliance
so i pick up my glass and down it in one,
I stride up to this woman, who towers below me
and say, I’m not very good at words smartly done,
but I really would like you to know me,
because you look like a dream dreamt by thousands of men,
and i know there’s nothing so different that I’d be.
and she puts a finger to my lips,
looks down to her drink, slowly she sips, and says, stop apologizing, don’t try to impress me, just tell me what you were thinking over there,
so i stood agape, and followed my mouth as words began to fall out, I said,
I was thinking
I’ve never seen aphrodite in black, with curly-cue cupid brushing her shoulders,
I was thinking
I want to be black wool and I will be the snowflakes that linger on the shoulders of your coat that make wintertime memories
feel like care-free white linen and love-making in the summer on beaches from my childhood
And then i remember wondering how your glass kept from sweating Like I am right now.
but right now i’m thinking i’m quite content to be the snowflakes on your coat just as long as your hair lets me stay.
And then She smiled
Created: Jan 11, 2010Document Media