Thursday, April 12, 2007Opposites Attract
I like taking free kicks and heading the ball.
I once was persuaded to try a blind date
A bat of her eyelids was loaded with meaning,
I don't know what evil impulse had possessed me
Were somehow consistent with lightning and thunder.
She asked my opinion on things far outside
My heartfelt approval for her fashion sense.
With its fancy ear-rings, like radio aerials.
We went back to her place where questions and answers
And this seemed to represent our inner workings,
Walls that held paintings that mean things to those
Who'll form an unholy, unhealthy alliance
The paintings in my house will not need explaining.
The one in the hall shows a tree on a hill,
He'll take her to dinner. Desires will be fought.
Will show him her paintings and talk about art
Far beyond meeting and swiftly deciding
I listened intently to her as she spoke
I tried to look thoughtful and cool. I stood tall.
I'd read countless female expressions before me.
She said she'd enjoyed the few hours of our date.
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