Come Here Baby, Be My Baby

"Title borrowed from the great Maya Angelou"

                      I

I spoke, & spoke some more

of nothing much particular, just

talking to see her smiling

softly in the early morning light.

I'd not known how much a conversation

could hinge on nothing, free

from the abstract specifics of life's urge

to measure the increments of time.

A minute became an eternity, an hour

an eyelash's blink, days weeks months

went out the window in a rush

to keep her from wherever she'd intended

on going. I didn't think as much

as sense, the need to parse everything

down to the tiniest of details

evaporated. My vocabulary condensed

to a basket of syllables she'd confirmed

acceptable. No sports, no politics,

the bare minimum of an odd selection 

of misty eyed poets: though this may take me

a little time, don't leave me now

that I'm here, lean over the precipice,

like the holly tree, love is thicker

than forget: come, and be my baby to-night! 

                               II

The first time I stumbled, stuttered my way 

to a kiss, a tongue-tied schoolboy up against

the fence, she lingered. Bent in

for a second chance collision

of appetites. When we came up for air

the unexplainable collapse of world

fish stocks seemed an equitable trade,

harbinger of the impending conduction

that soon followed. Later, when

I cradled her through the crack of dawn

I remembered Carl Sagan explaining 

The Big Bang. The spontaneous combustion

of nothing into everything: when 

I told her my theory she smiled:

"humming a tune I haven't heard in years:

come here Baby, be my Baby."

I smiled, & she smiled, though neither of us spoke,

too busy collapsing the world into our own small joke.

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

I sense a deep wanting in this accompanied by self doubt about fitting in to an unstructured world yet a desire to do and be just that.

Winston

[softlyfall]

There are sometimes moments that you know you will remember forever and ever. They are part of who you are, as are all the footprints behind you. I love how the pace of imagery sped up as the protagonist became more and more nervous, talking faster and faster until he us hushed with a kiss. It reads like a coming of age movie like Goonies and My Girl
The only thing I didn't really like was
cradling her crack
I know that is not what you said but my brain kept screaming it

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes Ken, this is poetry. I had to read again. Type of poetry, easy to read.
"of nothing into everything: when
I told her my theory she smiled:
"humming a tune I haven't heard in years:
come here Baby, be my Baby."
I adored the above lines. In life, we will find people, we like and we can talk to. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you C, glad you enjoyed

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Ken.

[Betty Hermelee]

I guess words and theories don't count much in this wonderful poem.... Love is an action and that's what she desired... so you learned that only few words mattered, and even then, she seemed to be in her own world, humming a sweet tune: Come here baby, be my baby" I like the line "an eyelash blink"......very delightful write Ken.
Best, B

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks Betty. poem is an autobio of my days back when courting Muse

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re welcome Ken
Best, B

[Lisasview]

Wow, wee... been quite some time dear Ken since I have been able to read or write... Just that time of year..so I am crazy busy.
Really enjoyed this read... felt like the metaphors were abound...which I love..
Read it several times and each time found something new to ponder.
If I had to find the words that are my favourite I think I would pick....
A minute became an eternity, an hour
an eyelash's blink, days weeks months
An eyelash blink...I think that is so so good...
Hope to get back to writing soon...really miss it.
Lisa, still in Spain
went out the window in a rush
to keep her from wherever she'd intended

[Ken e Bujold]

good to see you back and visiting LIsa, you been missed. hope all is well in spain

[Lisasview]

What a kind thing to say.
All is well here..thank you,
Lisa