Act 3: Curly’s Garage

 

That firtst night

    that we met,

Was it Curly’s Garage?

 

There, where no cars

    are allowed

At the table.

 

The Full Moon was set

    like a Pearly Mirage.

The Stars followed out

    like a Sable.

 

You walked in the joint

    with a Purpose and Point,

Predestination,

    Dear God!

Still Capable.

 

And so shall it Be.

And Thus it sure was.

 

It Poured through the roof,

    out of the walls;

Through the doors,

    and past all the Tables.

 

And it didn’t let up.

You gave it the gas.

    Oh, Lord!

Where’s the Brakes

    when expected?

 

It couldn’t be Looks,

    I was always at Rooks,

For me, anyway,

    with my Past.

 

Then the Film gets Romantic.

Sometimes, Comedic.

 

We Laugh,

    Then you Smile.

It’s Proleptic.

 

But then we both Bought,

    I guess, what we Sought,

From each other,

In another,

That was Naught.

 

You thought me Gentle.

So you said, I was Gentle.

Pedantic, is what I’d, rather, 

    thought.

 

Well, maybe,

    Romantic;

But, no

    Pedantic.

For the first night,

    all I did

was just talk.

 

But my words were just Flowing.

What I said, was Unknowing.

 

I was Blowing and Going,

    I Balked.

 

It was You,

    I was Listening;

While you talked,

    I was Glistening.

 

It was you

    I was Listening

        When you Talked.

 

It was your Show

    that night;

For me,

    Pure Delight.

 

I was Lost

    in the Warmth

        of the Light.

 

And then,

    the Kiss

that followed 

    all this,

 

That First Night

At Curly’s Garage.

 

I didn’t Expecit it!

    Even less, Suspect it

Would Seal 

    the Deal

        and Time Slow

 

To the Perfect Containment,

    A Certain Contentment,

For the First Time

    In Life

        I would Know.

 

That This was a Moment,

    Call it Predestination,

A Pedantic Fool

    fell Aglow.

 

I was never in Charge.

I Lost all Control.

A Pawn moves in Life

To the Flow.

 

That First Time we met,

I could not forget;

Predestination

    took me into

        the Tow.

 

At Curly’s Garage,

The Full Moon Mirage,

Two Actors

    With Roles

        in the Show.

 

And all the World,

    is a Stage.

 

 

 

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

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