A Single Woman's Dilemma

 

Another single man;

Yes, we meet them

Like fleas jumping

On white socks.

One or two dates later,

Names and faces are forgotten.

 

Another single man;

We meet for a drink and dancing.

As usual, my nervous nature

Controls my conversation,

My untrusting eyes observe

For signs of future disappointment.

 

Though he has an accent,

Our conversation flows well.

Though he's shorter than I,

Dancing with him is exciting.

Though I just met him,

All my senses say, "Go!"

 

He invites me up to his place,

(Here we go. . .Dejavu. . . )

Candlelight

Beautiful music

A little pot.

So far, same ole thing.

 

But my eyes are tantalized

By his movements about the room.

My head is brought to life

By his comments, his thoughts.

My senses long lost to abuse

Sense this man--A MAN.

 

I admit it--I spent the night

And most of the next day

Then the next weekend,

And he shared it with me.

So much time, so quick.

So what does it mean?

 

I'm captivated by his charm.

Does he like me?

Does he think I normally

Spend so much time

So quickly----

And my feelings nonchalant?

 

I ask these questions about him.

The answers are important

For me to know who he is

Because the answer,

If asked of me is,

"Certainly not!"

 

And now the third weekend

Comes the dilemma;

We've spoken not of any feelings

Though passions have raged,

For him, are passions separate?

Is there any desire to know me

                Intimately?

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                                 

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