“Across a Room”
An antidote to aleppo
God you made me nervous
When the door opened and it was you
Coming uninvited to my party
You smiled around the room
Kissed a few cheeks
Sipped a glass of red
You picked up a loose guitar and sang
I put down my glass and sidled near to hear
Your voice, so plaintive
Reached a deeply hidden place
And I held back tears.
But was that just because I’ve loved you
And lacked the nerve to tell you?
I dare not breach that wall
I hide behind.
I hope for you to make a move
Just a sign
But nothing ever comes
I might send you flowers
From Interflora – they have a ‘special’
But fear the letdown flit across your face
When you see they only came from me.
Even though airing
My half smothered dream
May signal a sudden end
I am writing this note
To tell you I love you
And want to love you more
So will you come for dinner?
I have wine
I have your favourite music
Nat King and Coltrane
And wide open arms
And should you ignore this card
At least you’ll know
That I only meant you well
And that kiss you planted on my cheek
When we met that night
At my birthday bash
Means so much to me.
Love it, love it lots 🙂 Sue.
Thanks, Sue, i’m having one of perennial self doubting sessions – is it worth it? Can I write it? Is it poetry? what is poetry? does it matter? You get the drift. So just these few words give me a lift and maybe I’ll carry on carrying on 🙂 x
Yinny Alleppo and now yangy smoochy. A man of many facets my dear dodecahedron! Mitch
Thanks, Mitch. I dunno what gets into me at times – I just try to skirt the cliches. I’ll try to find summat completely different for Friday’s submission 🙂
Rick.