Friday, July 5, 2024

I should have left my hat on April 14, 2012

 

 

I didn't know she would not recognize me without hat

just as I almost didn't when she wore hers i

n a picture she sent, a regular gangster look,

titled so that she stared into the camera lens,

 not with threat with but with a promise I

 felt all the way down into my loins.

Only this was daylight at a diner where

we were to have breakfast

I came, head bare,

when most people knew my hat

 better than my face.

She glowed,

 losing not one iota of the mystery

she exuded in volumes by night,

 not quite an angel,

 but angelic none the less,

 evoking a reaction in me with a mere look,

a glance, slightly askew,

 her deep eyes hiding who she really is,

 and yet promising to let me in if I am worthy.

She looking down from up one step, waiting,

 patiently, yet at the same time

impatient for something yet to come.

 


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