Life on Mars

Sometimes we sit and talk for hours,
two chairs facing each other
discussing things like
is there life on Mars
and if it rained for
a thousand days,
how many gallons is that?

I watch his face
become animated, laughing
because when I'm engrossed
in what we say
my hands wave circles
in the air.

When I make spaghetti
we leave trails
of conversation.
desperately following threads
but we only have
eyes for each other.

We sit opposite,
occasionally touch as we eat.
I don't think I care
about life on Mars,
what I care about
is him.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-18 at 19:35

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
This is utterly charming! And yes, the "life on Mars" question (however unlikely it may be) is intriguing - but you are right to say that it's not what we discuss so much as it is who we're discussing it with.
2013-06-28


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2013-06-23


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Which ever planet pleases...spaghetti is made for lovers :)
2013-06-21



Stunning and full of emotion and sincerity. Conversation with someone we deeply care about is to much more than mere conversation.

William
2013-06-19


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is pasta primavera: fresh and delicious.
2013-06-19



Beautiufl Elle... romantic , touching and the last few lines ...oh you send me to Paradise:)
2013-06-18


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The stuff of a loving and fulfilling life. Congratulations!

Joe
2013-06-18


Rob Graber
What a pleasing piece of everyday romance!
2013-06-18


countryfog
. . . lucky him.
2013-06-18