Magpie Tales
The Mag #155
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| artwork by Joseph Lorusso |
Blind Date
the photo was old
perhaps before kids
her profile was honest
yet some things she hid;
the booth was sticky
the waitress crisp
"I'll just have water"
she tugged on a wisp;
long minutes ticking
sweat penetrating blush
will he show? she stewed
I hope I don't gush;
no jacket or hat
no briefcase or phone
just him and his smile
just him alone;
unnoticed hours
glances and touch
without reservation
a kiss for lunch.
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Laurel. How did you meet???
This is delightful .........
ReplyDeleteNow that's some blind date! Good to see you...
ReplyDeleteWonderfully crafted although I've never had a blind date that turned out this well.
ReplyDeleteJust him all alone, and oh that sweet taste of his lips...nice poem!
ReplyDeleteI like your poem. B
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem. It really compliments the picture.
ReplyDeletePleasing and engaging...
ReplyDeleteYum!! Fresh and sexy!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
I really like the rhythm of this poem. That was some blind date!
ReplyDeleteLove this -
ReplyDeletewithout reservation
a kiss for lunch
=)
lovely poem for a love filled lunch
ReplyDeleteWow! That was some kiss!
ReplyDeleteLooks like she doesn't see him at all!
ReplyDeleteWe met in a math class. Dreamy, eh?