We have reservations,
I can’t use chopsticks
she doesn’t mind if I spoon
We’re through dinner
and she says I’m “smooth.”
We leave the restaurant, she’s relaxed, content,
the evening’s over, or so she thinks, I’m working
on courage for the upsell and with
Academy Award winning method
acting I casually ask “Would you
like to go clubbing? ” “Oh Yeah.”
Three drinks later, bathed in music
we discuss the pronunciation of
Psyche, I say “Either Psych or Psychee
is acceptable but if you say it’s Psych, that’s
good enough for me.”

I didn’t know it beforehand but I’ve just said
the right thing, her arms instantly wrap
around me. She kisses my face all over
up down, sideways, diagonally. Other patrons stare
as I bask in the spotlight of our private moment.
It’s getting late but not quite push
comes to shove, time for coffee and new punters to pash in front of.

Decision time: She says “Your place or mine? ” and I wonder
are we going too fast, say
“Friends can be lovers, but lovers can’t be friends” She says “I don’t know much but when you screw, things change and change forever.” ¹
Kelpie on the footpath outside her house, yellow eyes, illuminated by streetlamp, staring; think I’m safe but I crave a little danger. She is my escape from life, I hope I’ll never need escape__from her.


1. Inspired by David Caesar’s Screenplay 'Mullet'.

Pete Dowe

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-date-10/