If You Want To Improve,
don't be afraid to be foolish and stupid (Heroditus)
When I first met her
I knew there was something
she gave me
a spontaneous drumroll
ascending to creative spirit
she gave me
passion petals
potential riddles
and irrasistable dreams
a hallelujah in my heart
could she hear it?
she gave me
hopefull hump into the night
always delivered
with style
like jousting with a flying kite
wholding energy all the while,
she gave me
supernatural second sightings
continual cocktail lightenings
whirling dizzying dance exclusions
all leading to this conclusion:
I was half - glass empty
bored
drunk and crazy
when she appeared,
I was darkly deep
down where there is only silence
I was alone personified
until our alliance
Alone with just my dog
and weekend child
So simple a life, so mild
I never would have guessed
she was to be my wife
An exotic beauty with twinkle
and belly dance
of fine gratuity
she soaked me entranced
like a sponge in the
starving Sun
(I had truly thought She was the ONE!!)
she gave me
wringing hands around
midnight,
bottleneck bands
of anxious light,
everfalling hourglass sands
seemingly never hitting
bottom,
burried under legless hands
and an empty drawer
full of condoms,
she gave me
superflous frustration
rafting hills of insecure persperation
nervous to even be
alone
with my solitary self
atop my pre determined destination
on Susana's Shelf
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
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