Impromptu
Curiously I say I love youalthough I am not sure
that this is the truth,
I think you feel the same
so we hedge our bets
and stop at the café
where I order coffee
and you drink the
brandy that accompanies.
I like small talk, it takes
the edge of what could be
an awkward conversation.
We rise to the challenge
and talk of inanities.
I now know your mothers
middle name and that your
third cousin once removed is
a removal man in Rennes.
We arrange a second date
where I know that this time
I will not arrive so promptly.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2008-01-31 at 12:02
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