Sunday, December 12, 2010

7/30--Good Company.

One.
Catch up with perfection, in the form of an old college friend, outside of a poetry slam. A perfect scene for an old grandmother, let-me-tell-you-how-I-met-your-grandfather, tale.

Two.
Embrace the cold air for just a moment more, just to watch his lips move. Relax. Let him reminisce on your embarrassing freshman days and ask you how adventurous your future has become.

Three.
Smile, like an angel in heat. Ignore the subtle bump of a passerby and indulge in the soft gesture he makes, to get you out of the way. Allow him to remind you that you are still woman.

Four.
Stand in the back of the crowd. Pretend he is yours in this moment. Feel his shadow crane over you, for clarification above the noise. See, how his height makes you feel wonderfully small.

Five.
Laugh, as he asks what you're writing. Pray, he doesn't know that you've penned his smile.

Six.
Become distracted by the gazelle--brown and flawless--walking in, waving in your direction, and lacing arms with him. Symmetry.

Seven.
Wince.

-riv-

3 comments:

Ciara said...

ahhh... don't you hate that... smh

riva. said...

Indeed.

Veronica said...

damn...i was all smiling til the end...BLOWN!

i'm still smiling tho cause I like this