Lost Connections

I remember the red heat rising from my neck, The embarrassment of being accosted by the police, Because I was never supposed to see you again, The irrational fear that the cops Would call my wife And tell her I was being unfaithful. Then, to add to my embarrassment, You showed up, calm, Your tan arms, your melted chocolate top, Your shiny black mini skirt, your long black tights, the feminine boots, Looking better even than my memory Of you when you shyly asked me to join you For a picnic by the canal at Ohio State. I remember your soft green eyes, the green grass of spring time Coolly you explained my situation to the cops, Ending my embarrassment and pulling me towards you With your gentle efficacy Now that I was in your magnetic field I realized I had no plan. We drove to the Holiday Inn I pulled you to me, Wanting your electrons to whirl in my orbits, Wanting to touch the curves of your intelligent face With my fingertips, Knowing I only had 30 minutes to persuade you Of my new found love. I searched for the words that could let you know With complete transparency, How much commitment I felt, How much passion would grow, But the words couldn’t be found, The mini skirt walked away The night remained unopened for 50 years An unexploded grenade Buried beneath the golden wheat fields of Normandy. Where are you now?