On our first date
I’m going to wear Hermes sandals
and I’ll buy an extra two for you at the bazaar—
even though it’s far too soon to get each other gifts…
Consider this a blessing from the Greek Gods.
Oh, and I promise not to be late!
And I swear I’ll be clothed above the ankles!
Gotta keep the mystery to avoid that future misery.
As soon as we meet by the local nival park
on a bench engraved with lopsided hearts
and speckled in bird poo, I’ll somehow convince
you to try them on in the right dab center of winter.
I’ll hold out my hand,
You [hopefully] won’t let it flail
all by its lonesome,
awaiting frost’s bite.
We’ll ascend to a Flower of Life
constellation in the midnight-dark
sky and slow-dance
till our love flowers.
© 2015 – Eva PoeteX