Nine Dragons Poet Free verse

Close Encounters

He wasn't as abrupt.
He placed the pens gently back in the cup
Her pen rolled on the floor a few feet away,
Her sly rudeness, brought before the light of day
He got up, picked it up, and approached her
Placing it back on her desk, where it lay,
Before she lost her composure.
Her lips pressed thin,
Keeping the words in,
That got her in this mess anyway
Our teacher was cruel;
She was old school
"Well, Malinda", she asked snarkily,
"What do we say?"
The girl looked up at him,
From her seat,
Then down and away
Her dress was pretty,
Her hair like spun golden
Sunrays.
She was charming;
She was witty,
She was sweet,
But not today.
She opened her mouth
As if to begrudge a thank you,
But broke out in tears
Rose like a sudden storm
And bluster'd away

He looked across to her
As she clicked the remote,
Watching her hazel irises shift
From channel to channel, adrift
Reflecting the tedium and bright colors—
Parades of political world-view mullers
And all the true crime one could see.
It creates such disparity
Between "truth" and reality.
The spun gold had turned
To fine gleaming silver thread.
He poked her belly
As they lay there on the quilted spread.
She gave him a playful look
That said, "You're dead."
Gasping for breath,
Being tickled to death,
He always knew they’d marry someday,
The cute way they’d bicker from the very first day.
He grabbed both her hands
And made his demands:
Pulling her close,
Nose to nose,
He proclaimed her prettier
Than even the prettiest rose.
He asked if she had any regret
About who she chose.
She said, "No, I loved you—
The day we met,"
Batted her eyes
And kissed his nose.

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