Awkward Penance

Talking me

out of you

has (of late) become

the awkward penance of

my rebellious heart

i traverse

the incorrigible list of diversity

(mine and yours)

Breakfast

spicy cold pizza for me

nutritious (and nasty!) grapefruit for you

Politics

me all decked out in a scarlett letter (the 18th one instead of A)

you as blue as Ella's husky voice discussing impending dark clouds

Pets:

i flushed my sole responsibility when his fin began to disinegrate

you (horror of horrors) own man's best friend

The file thickens with

every anticipated encounter

Then, you create a list of your own

naming it "ways to amaze her"

and proceed to topsy turvy me

Starting with

your penchant for numerous repetitive viewings of Roman Holiday

(and you're straight -- didn't know it was possible)

Higher shock value...

you're literate

thoughts ideas memories of passages

flow through

those bewildering lips

you know my heroine Jane

and your opinion of her works leaves

myself wordless

My overactive mind soon casts

nightdreams/daydreams

with you in

the starring role

a linen suit

blue Vespa

the Coliseum

and me

arms full of reasons why not

tossing them to

the wind

climbing on behind

you

to take off

into the slighly cliched but dazzling and all to uncertain sunset