HER (PT. 1)

She’s in your face

An intimidating

Person, man!

So I told her

I could

No longer attend

The dinner date

Due to a 

Mitigating

Circumstance

She said,

‘Well, it’s a little late

To not go through

The purposed plan

Especially one

You instigated

So if you 

Consider yourself 

Honourable

A sir, a man

You should always  

Keep promises made’

So anyway

I decided

To turn up

But arrived 

Minutes late

The girl was mad

Asking,

‘Am I the only one

You’ve seen today?’

I replied, 

‘No, I was just delayed 

What are you

Trying to insinuate?’

We took our seats

Started speaking

A few words, to chat

She enquired about

My income

What I earn

How stable I am

My work, finance

I saw she had

A short

Attention span

Cause in the space

Of two seconds

She wanted another

Question answered

She loved to talk

But I interrupted

In the middle 

Of her sentence and

Cut her off

You see

If dating women 

Was a sport

Like tennis

Or badminton

You never can

Play the rules

Your mother

Taught

Instead, 

Here’s what

You should

Aim to do

 Play a slew

Of covert shots

With the ball

Or shuttlecock

Yes, you have

To play 

Your own game

You can’t beat them

At theirs 

For those preying

Wolves

Are juggernauts

Now, the dance 

Was enacted

And my charm 

Was the magic

That got her

Head spinning

Like our planet

On its axis

And her heart 

Was lit

With a spark

I made sure

To use

The element

Of amour

To fan it

We finished

The meal

I signalled with 

A finger raised

To the waiter

And the

Bill was paid

I could sense

She switched

And changed

From being

Rather ecstatic

To stiff and tame

She, remaining

Indifferent, gave

No appreciative

Word

Of ‘thanks’

I guessed what

She was thinking

In her brain

What she thought

But didn’t say

Surely she was 

Thinking

‘If this guy can’t 

Be punctual

He should know

That paying for me

Is at least

What I deserve 

As standard’

To loosen

Her back up

And to get

That coldness

Quickly erased

I took her 

To a premier club

Held her hand

We twirled

And danced

But she didn’t

Want to get

Too intimate

Due to some

Unnerving

Glances

From some

Observers standing

We exited

And went on 

To secure a taxi

To her place

It was clear

By now

We earnestly

Fancied

The socks off

Each other

I made a move

Pushing aside

Her hair

And asked,

‘Senorita,

Your shoulders are

As bare as Adam

And Eve

Were 

So would you like

To wear my jacket?’

She smiled

And purred

Like cats

‘Aw, what

A nice gesture

And that’s

Really good of you

To care’

I could feel

It in the air

Romance

And indeed

A fire was

Kindled

That night

And in the

Morning

Remained only

The cinders

And ash