SHE HEARD ME DIFFERENTLY THAN HOW I THOUGHT US
Long ago, one date, first date,
on bringing her back home, overwhelmed,
in the vestibule there are mad consuming kisses,
two people in Great Dane mode,
and she's not a Dane, she's Turkish,
so this is at last exotica erotica,
a Byzantine fastball, right over the plate,
and then I screw it up:
for I speak Love into her ear,
importunate, unfortunate, ill-timed because
love at first sight happens only if you are
Browning and Barrett (and then because
Liz was so afraid of her old man
she would have killed the dog herself
to escape from the paternal madhouse)
and of course this is premature,
ego mixing passion with feeling,
so she says nothing really except nods,
continues to mmrrmmph my tongue into a beer tap,
giving the kiss-off and I don't even know it,
and for days thereafter around school
she avoids me, never in fact tells me the truth
of her lack of emotion and my excess of same,
that she doesn't see me as I wanted to see her,
it takes me awhile to infer the message that
I could have fucked her so long as I did not
dare to say I loved her.
KTW/2-13-07
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Ken Wolman rainermaria.typepad.com
"For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I
was afraid of is come unto me. I was not in safety, neither had I
rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came."
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