Serendipity

I meet women by chance, they happen to miss me by chance, the universe apparently was a chance game, What's the big deal?

If the world runs faster than the giraffe
Then I run slower than your pet tortoise
Because you told me to wait by the coffee shop
And pour hot coffee in a large cup till you arrive
With your brown, bumpy hair and watch the coffee
Pour down from table tops to wild basements
As you smell of baby cream and shabby husbands
And pretty much deserve a kiss and affection
By someone just like me
Instead you ask me to sit and look at me kindly
And tell me with your eyes whose color I failed to notice
When my senses prioritized
That it can be done and oh so done
Easily as ever and some free advice
But I don't listen as I travel with you
To your comfort zone
A place called home
Where you have kids with auburn hair
And that husband I mentioned earlier.
You tell me that all men shouldn't make love
Some can just smell and some others can barely make eye contact
Connect within hearts at corners of offices
Where they first met.
I hate it when instead you say thanks and greet me
Making it clear that it's over between you & me
The rendezvous ends disastrously
As I come down tracing my every step
Through long winding stairs
With some random curly hairs running all over
I still think of you even though you forget
And smile at the next eyes that set up on you
But never understand what a young dreamer could
Give you on moonlit nights or even sunlit ones
As long as you accept invitations sent from mind
Wear a lovely, long brown dress that match your hair
Smell more of baby cream and maybe some lady perfume
Keep your hair open
And have dinner
In a secluded downtown restaurant
Only with me.

© Nothing Personal. January 30, 2011.

Author's Note

An impersonal poem :-) :-) My obsession with hair blurts out blatantly as with coffee ;-) Is it romantic?

Reviews

[Jordan]

I think the only thing I would change about this one is the format of the lines- as one big chunk of text, I found it a bit hard to maneuver. But as far as the content, it was really nice. The wording in some places might be a little awkward, but overall it was solid.

[Ice QueenJen]

Lovely poem too!

[Siddhartha]

This is sad poem about a romance that was never meant to be yet there is that tinge of hope that lingers on. This again reminded me of In The Mood For Love, you know. Can't shake that fatalistic feeling off. A fantastic poem NP. Not all loves are requited but those memories still define us, don't they?

[Aekmy]

Yes, it is. It has a bitterness to it, but it's still lovely. (:

[Dakota]

One must have obsessions, my grandmother says one or two make a human healthy, but obsession and romance are not the same thing. :o) A fine piece, though, over all.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Yes, I noticed the obsession with hair instantly............I read this one over and over again.......Wow! This is very unique and quite and enjoyable read.

I thought it was romantic. A kind of bumbling thought process going on. Living the moment while reminiscing of what could have been or should have been. Very nice poem.

[Loner]

It sure is romantic , really good work.

[Kimberly]

I like it though I wouldn't call it romantic. I also don't call "Love in the Time of Cholera" romantic, either. It's about obsession not romance. Very well written.

[Amy Vaughn]

It's definitely romantic, but a sad romance. I really enjoyed this.