The Blank White Wall of Dreams

 

 

Chinese

I was cooking Chinese

When a soft voice said “ Hello ”

 

I turned

And she walked into my room

And into my life

All honey and amber

Soft beauty

“ I bought some cold beer ” she said

 

I didn’t even know her name

“ That’s very kind of you ”

“ Do you like Chinese food ? Funnily enough I was cooking for two ”

 

I turned my attention back to the wok

Prawn and sauce, flash fry soy, hint of cayenne

“ Smells wonderful ” she breathed

I heard the twist of bottle beer tops

And next a cool cold line of condensation

Traced softly on my shoulder

 

“ I don’t have much ” I told her

“ Not a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of either ”

I turned with two plates of Chinese food

“ Chopsticks ?” I asked

She smiled, waft of summer

Her hair falling burnishes of gold

Little white cotton top

Short denim skirt

Did she notice my hands tremble

 

Chopsticks it was

And we ate for a while in silence

Cold beer on the backs of out throats

“ This is delicious ” she remarked

I smiled, “ and so are you ”

She smiled

I looked up and into those soft pools of honey and amber

And hung there

Between precariously clasped prawn and mouth

 

“ I love a man who can cook ” she said

“ Do you ?”

and rhetorically “ and who is he ?” 

  

She looked at me

And a flow of always has been

Settled itself with a welcome in an old familiar place

 

“ Wanna hear a joke ?” I asked

She nodded

I told her a dirty joke

And she laughed so hard she almost choked on her beer

 

We laughed a lot that day

We laughed for the rest of our lives

 

 

 

I woke up

Shifted with the, “oh, but of coarse ”

And turned onto another shoulder

Rolled over

And stared into the blank white wall of dreams

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Georgia Gypsy]

You're poetry is wonderful! i am so sorry this was only a dream.
but they do say dreams can come true.....i hope you're does!

[Wildfleour]

Doesn't it stink when it ends up only being a dream?????