a Poem by Raquel Swann
Our eyes meet from across a crowded room
My inner voice speaks to your inner voice
The conversation is quite pleasant
To say the least
They talk about how much pleasure
We could deliver upon each other
Those two have us striking every pose
Taking all positions, in places
Never before imagined.
Oh those two didn’t stop there,
Walks in the park
Strolls on the beach
Dinners at sunset
Breakfast in bed
Trips to Europe,
It’s rather lovely this time of year.
It’s agreed that we shall
Marry in the spring
In New York City.
Central Park would do nicely
They mention children
And I’m not afraid
Of our future.
That voice inside tells me
To walk over and offer you a drink
So I do.
You decline me cordially.
It doesn’t make sense.
Our minds, our hearts, our desires
I tell you I saw you looking in my direction
But it wasn’t me, it was someone else,
I walk away embarrassed
All those years ahead of us
I sit at the end of the bar
Until it closes
Perhaps you’ll change your mind.
My inner voice has
Been known to lie.
It’s so believable.