Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Plans Well Made

The night I got a haircut, I called you
because we weren't dating. You picked
me up at my apartment, complimented
all the layers, and opened the car door

like you'd been planning it for months.
We sat in a booth, slurped hot soup,
and plotted to steal a colorful stand-up
bass for no real reason. I wanted

to marry you for your deep, all-teeth
smile, for the laugh that shook the tabletop,
and for the way you shuffled up the steps
to my apartment even though you had

no intention of coming in. I unlocked
the door, turned, and smiled. The evening
held its breathe, and then you said goodnight,
and turned, and left, our next-day movie

plans well made. I went to sleep thinking
of you, the gentleman, the man with many
jokes, the man who talked long hours
on at my doorstep waiting for a kiss.

Thanks to Pauline for her wonderful line. :0)


Rethabile said...

I like people who laugh like that, too. Your conversational style suits the poetry reader in me just fine.

Pauline said...

Oh I like that the man and the evening held their collective breaths - I hope that kiss comes soon!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like that man too, I like how his overall politeness is balanced by the silliness of plotting to steal the colorful bass...

gautami tripathy said...

I liked the ending. I like the gentleman even more!

...deb said...

Great style, story, poem. Sweet, but not too, with plotting the theft of a bass. Liked it a lot.

megan. said...

Hehe. The kiss came the next day, after the movie. And we're engaged now.

So woohoo.

Marcia said...

You left us hanging in the poem, but I loved it. Congrats on your engagement.