Love in the Afternoon

Note: I don’t usually write poetry. This one came to me out of nowhere (after reading it, you’ll probably say I should’ve left it there!). But we’re all friends, right? So I’m open to criticism, suggestions, comments. Here goes:

 

He’d never believed in Love at First Sight.

Until now.

Right. This. Moment.

She cruised in, looking far more captivating

than anyone had a right to do on a Tuesday afternoon.

Wearing a black-as-midnight dress,

Silver shoes,

A come-hither look in her eyes.

And when the lights found her, she glowed.

Summoning courage, he made his way toward her.

Head uplifted, heart pounding, shoulders squared.

Would he be enough man for her?

“Sorry, pal. She’s taken.”

Stricken, he gaped at the killjoy dousing his flaming desire.

Then he saw the sign affixed to her rear window —

Sold.

And his heart fell.

28 thoughts on “Love in the Afternoon

  1. Debbie, this is great! I love to read something that makes me smile in the end. And I REALLY didn’t think the ending is where your poem was going! 😉

  2. *thunderous applause*

    Debbie this was faaaaaaaabulous! And you TOTALLY got me with the ending.

    BRILLIANT!

    Happy New Year, my friend!
    X

    • Thank you, Thank you! I’m glad it came out as a surprise — it did for me! Glad you came along and left your thoughts, too! Now I’m off to check out your blog.

    • Do you see me blushing, Monica?! Thank you so much for saying this. Poetry is definitely outside my comfort zone. Somehow, one feels practically naked when one puts poetry out there!!

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