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