reconsideration over asparagus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i love you.

 

 

 

 

i expected my heart to leap out,

dance around in victorious celebration.

 

but it sat there, still,

as if he'd told me he was fond of pie...

or actually, maybe not quite the same.

 

i probably would have laughed then.

 

now, i just sit there,

half-eaten asparagus growing cold

in my mouth,

as i try to think of something to do,

besides the polite smile that sprang to my face

 

at his confession.

 

shouldn't i be happier?

isn't this what i had been waiting for?

 

 

 

 

he cocked his head in that way i was so fond of,

leaning just a bit closer,

with a touch of frantic hope

in his almond eyes.

 

do you love me?

 

 

 

 

 

i had thought i did.

 

i had told myself that i did,

but as i looked at him now,

in his perfectly-fitted suit,

 

manicured nails,

short, golden hair swept off his face...

 

i felt only a fondness,

no lust,

no admiration,

no infatuation,

 

and certainly no love.

 

 

i paused and considered

before telling him something i hadn't thought

in rather a long time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"you know, darling, maybe i'm not gay."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Nobody.]

Wow! Hell of a time to debate one's orientation. lol! I like this because, as awkward as the moment described is, it is jumping with human honesty. Very alive and electric in voice. And the strange subtle humor creeps up on the mind of the reader. brilliant piece. well done! your style of poetry is grasping.

[Quinn Blackburn]

Brilliant! Marvelous wordcrafting from title down, a storyteller's delight :o)

[Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of..]

Fantastic love poem :D

[Cocoacandy]

well that was definitely a surprise ending.. and im not sure i understood it.. but the poem is a good write... maybe as if it were a small snippet of a short story, perhaps, but good nonetheless...
*cocoabean*