You are not a suitable mate--
not at all--
but no bother;
I have improved you in my head.
You can keep your rosy brunette and also those tongue-in-cheek shades
that could be Prada or Frada.
Keep your books too because it's hard to knock a girl who reads Tolkien.
And, though it's trite, I hope you will keep your smile
as I have sometimes imagined us in the kitchen with wine,
and I've said something charming,
lazily embracing as they do in films.
You would chuckle behind your lips and toss back your eyes
and I might tease you lightly under your ribs.
The moment would be quick and tricky,
but soon our views would cross and lock
leaving us to balance on nothing but each other.
Your lips would part to draw a nervous breath,
as if to mean "I love you,"
and my heart would stop its beat to listen.
And then a smile,
slowly warming the space between us,
that says "you already know."
Keep these things but discard the others.
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It surprises me very much and somehow not at all that our poetry is somehow similar - something in the narrative or tone, the optimism or something other intangible - anyway, I am glad to see you writing again :)
...or the fact that we both scorn big words.
I missed you too.
Though you've been ably covered in the breach.
and you're right, it's hard to beat a girl who reads tolkien.
Oh, me like this!
Nice of you both to stop by. Glad ET's been posting regularly enough to keep you around.
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