My Date with You
You'll make the proposition
quite subtly, of course,
and, though surprised, I'll say "Yes."
We'll go out--where?
To a music concert, a German film,
or to the temple up the hill.
We'll sit together and talk
celebrating the death of tomorrows.
Then we'll have dinner, usually Chinese,
at some "nice" place,
well-lit and without too much smoke.
For dessert we'll stop at Famous Ice-cream:
you'll love the handmade, fresh-fruit flavours.
We'll go for a long quiet drive
and I'll give you a gift,
which you'll try to refuse
but accept silently later.
When it's time to leave,
I'll enfold your spirit in mine,
though my arms may remain by my side.
Perhaps, some awkwardness may also creep in
as I walk you to your door. Or,
when from behind a half drawn curtain
you watch my figure
gradually receding into the night,
a pang of incompleteness may linger.
But, later, still asleep,
suddenly, you'll be surprised
by a spurt of surplus joy:
such unearthly dancing
in the forest clearing,
love, love, love, whirling in ecstasy--
light, colour, sound, shape, and emotion,
vibrant in pulsating fusion.
You, latest entrant, into this secret splendour,
delighted at your welcome,
will remember your ancient amours.
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