Loving Adonis - Poem #35

Galeazzo was late
He was always late
leaving her sitting at a bar or coffee shop
waiting.

She vowed she would wait
just twenty minutes
no longer would she feel foolish
and desperate.

Galeazzo the Adonis;
how she prayed to the goddesses
to curse him
with the longings of Narcissus!

Oh Nemesis!
As he looks at his reflection
in every storefront window
let him suffer eternal heartache!

Galeazzo of the short brown curls
lashes of a woman
lids, when closed melding
into perfect high cheekbones.

Oh how she hated him!
She would nurse her latte
twenty minutes just for the opportunity
to rage.

Who does he think he is
this acqua gio?
recalling the smell of him.
David standing in Florence?

At the clubs
every woman wants him
and every gay man
Fortune smiles; he hits on her.

She was definitely batting
above her average
out of her league
What is he doing with her?

After awhile she knows
just another notch on his shooter
Some dreams die hard
when you’re playing over your head.

And while he faded
out of her life, lost interest
moved on, she wept, burning incense
chanting curses, feeling used.

“You’ve got mail!”
“Coffee tomorrow at ten?
Usual place?
Best. Galeazzo”

She knew he was reeling her in
as a finger caressed 
but could not push delete.
“Hi! See you tomorrow!”.

Over coffee she would face
beautiful Galeazzo
have the last of many words
feel so much better.

And then there he was
only thirty two minutes late
just as gorgeous
always perfect

The eyes of every woman
turned to follow him
wanting him
and then he smiled at her

And in his gaze she knew
she was lost; a puppet
rising halfway from her seat
forgetting every curse.

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