Into your cells

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a little romance

It was just supposed to be a silly blind date.

It had been a while since I curled my hair and lined my eyes

in that violet hue that would bring out the green flecks.

I put some heels on and a skirt for the first time in so many years.

Blasted the “Sade” cd and sang off key …

Walked into the place as to be just a little early;

to make you just a little nervous-- as I sensed you were just a little too cocky.

I ordered a juice – as to have my wits about me and there you were.

The bluest of eyes , slightly unshaven and wrinkled with your specs slightly tilted

on your nose; as to remind me of a professor or artist of some sort.

I recall a smoky aroma that lingered about your form;

and I hate smoke but it did not bother me for some odd reason.

A poster boy for the Key West tourism office.

Like that kind of stray puppy that just needs a good bath .

You cleaned up good – as they say –when you wanted to.

We shared some tales and photos and then said goodbye

on the bench- you flirting and touching the curls at the base of

my neck- and me thinking “Who does he think he is?”

It was just supposed to be a silly date really.

He was supposed to be my practice session before really jumping back into the world.

It was really just a little adventure to him- another sweet nothing-

midnight call- a wrinkle in time…

Why is it that some just slide past you with a wink and a smile; while others -- get in ?

–into your cells and under your skin.

Submitted: August 25, 2010

Romance skin under cells

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