Perhaps your jest an ephemeral mark,
a spark of wit to test a dark moment,
awkward as the stuttering passed
and eyes became locked in query;
an interest perhaps, a kind eye
to appreciate who I am,
at least if it were pleasing
to accept the smile I cannot erase.
Then her smile gave me ease,
but my dry teeth left me unspoken,
as she struggled to find a word,
to give credence to this moment;
and then both of us spluttered,
a blurred greeting at crossed-purposes,
followed by inappropriate laughter,
could have sworn she snorted.
in ruddy faced inconvenience,
heads tilted down,
I thought I’d drown in my own warm juices,
and then, with nothing left to lose,
“perhaps a coffee or two?”
I said rather brashly, to overcome my discomfort,
and she with bristling smile, nodded in the affirmative.
Surely it will get easier I thought,
as we strode along the board walk,
water lapping in synchronicity,
with my pounding heart
doubled in capacity,
and she, solemn without words,
wondering if this encounter
would not exacerbate the fear of connection.
Two fish floundering out of water,
and who would take the first breath,
the first step into another world?
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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