I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Throwing caution to the wind, I walked into the night, Down the street, to your door, Knocked, knocked again, And gently turned the door knob and it opened. And there you sat staring blankly at the wall Then turned and stared blankly at me You opened your mouth to ask "How did you.....?" But I gave you no time to ask. Slamming the door, I crossed the room, Turned off the tv, turned down the lights, Took a sip of your wine, took a bite of your apple, And threw myself into your lap and kissed you like no man Had ever been kissed before. This lip, tongue congress continued on For some fifteen minutes or so And then I stood up, dusted off your dustless lap, Took another sip of wine and turned the tv back on, Flipped the light switch back up, hurried across the room To the front door, opened it, took a deep breath, Went outside, slammed the door, and did not look back. But peeking through the window, I watched as you came to your senses, Swallowed the leftover wine, Poured some more, Ran your fingers through your hair, Stood up awkwardly and said, "What the hell was that?!" Then you sat clumsily back down At your dinette table, frowning, And contemplated your life And whether you were possibly awake Or dreaming and whether you ought To call the police and report a break-in Or if you should go back to sleep And finish a rather remarkable dream. Caught in the dilemma of confusion And mild euphoria, You turned the dregs of the wine up And drank every drop, Stood and threw the bottle in the sink, Turned off the tv, turned on the stereo, Did some sort of bump and grind dance In the middle of the kitchen floor To a song, By a band that sounded Like a cross between Frank Zappa And Frank Sinatra...... And stopped and shook your head With the biggest smile possibly Ever seen on your face Since you were a toddler Tasting ice cream for the first time. When you crossed the room Headed for the door, I knew it was time for me To make my presence vanish And I turned and ran down 21st Street Just as hard and fast as I could Possibly run in high heels On a cracked asphalt street At midnight in the rain On a Wednesday night in February. But I wasn't fast enough For you caught me By the arm, Twirled me around, My hair flying, earrings flying, Heart beating like my brother's Little tin drum And just about ready to burst Either into song or screams of fear, I wasn't sure which. I had had it all worked out before hand But I hadn't counted on you coming after me I hadn't counted on that because you were The shyest damned man I had ever met And you never looked at me, smiled at me, noticed me, Or gave any evidence that you knew I existed. Which was why I had formulated this god-awful plan With no hope of reciprocation On your part And no intention whatsoever Of explaining myself or Redeeming improbable intentions On my part or anybody else's part, Either in part or to the fullest extent Of the law, give or take a crime..... For I hadn't thought much further Than taking you unawares There are your kitchen table Drinking wine For I already knew that You never locked your front door And you always had dinner At Tom's Cafe on Wednesday nights And you were always home by nine. No, I was not a stalker! I just knew things. Like I knew I had loved you for at least six months And that I dreamed about you every night And that I had made up my lovesick little mind To hunt you down like a dog And kiss the living daylights outta ya and split And I would say now that that was a Fait Accompli....... I was pretty proud of myself until I felt your hand Go around my waist and the other one grab my hair And you pulled me backwards and we went tumbling down Into Mrs. Tompkins's flower bed right on top of her gnome And a granite saint that I couldn't rightly remember the name of At the moment And first thing I knew, you were laughing like a crazy man And kissing me back so hard and so sweetly that I could hardly Even believe that I had ever thought you shy. "Don't you think a proper introduction would be in order about now?" you asked, Pulling me to my feet and off the top of the unfortunate saint who had rolled down Under a fake toadstool and hidden his face in shame at the shocking Machinations of a girl, half-crazed with love and a caught-off- guard man who didn't Rightly know if he should be thrilled or terrified out of his mind Or what his next move should be. "I'm the girl that loves you." I blurted out like an idiot and reached to shake your hand
As you shook mine back, dazed and confused and wondering if you had heard Correctly "You....you're the girl that does what to whom?" You stuttered
And removed your hand from mine and put it in your pocket for safe-keeping
Like I was going to take it home with me or worse And so we stood there in the rain with our hair plastered down upon our heads And our clothes fitting us like skins of plastic. "Well, I'm...." you began and I rushed to shush you "I know who you are." I said excitedly "You work in the cubicle behind mine And you always have tuna for lunch And you read the paper and listen to NPR And whistle when you walk into work." "That's....that's... correct." you said, puzzled And cleared your throat and kicked at a rock With your shoe "But why should you.......?"you began And fell silent, reaching to remove a tendril From across my left eye. "Why don't we go somewhere warm?" You finally completed a sentence And I nodded and wiped mud and dirt Off of your chin and brushed leaves From your jacket and pretended that it was A perfectly normal thing to do That the entire scenario was a perfectly normal Thing to do And that I was a perfectly normal girl Standing in Mrs. Tompkins flower bed In the rain which was an absolutely normal thing to do With a man I hardly knew and who didn't Know me at all to speak of But boy, I sure did want to kiss you again With your wine flavored breath and your Soft brown eyes and your smile that was just Barely able to contain itself Now beaming at me and becoming prominent. I took your arm and stepped over The fake toadstool, the gnome, The nameless, humiliated saint And smiled a tiny smile of my own, Wanting to believe in miracles, Or at the very least.....good luck And we made our way back to your house, Back to your door, back to the kitchen table, Back to a fresh bottle of wine And back to what you had been doing Before I had so rudely interrupted you Which, as I found out later, After three glasses of wine, Fifteen shy sweet kisses And four that were anything but.... Was the shocking revelation That you had been sitting there Trying to think of a way to get me To notice that you were alive And about getting up the nerve To ask me out on a proper date And possibly, one day, hopefully, Having the good fortune to Actually kiss me like a proper gentleman But I had ruined all that, hadn't I? So, yes, dear children, That is how your father and I got together, Fell in love, got engaged, got married, Had all you lovely babies and this wonderful marriage And this wonderful life and these wonderful stories And lived happily ever after The end....... And it had all started with me Planning and scheming and taking matters into my own hands Because your father was too shy to do anything on his own So I fearlessly marched myself up to his door, into his house, Into his kitchen, into his lap, "Into my heart!" you interjected "Into his heart" I repeated smiling broadly and proudly And we kissed and said at precisely the same moment: "And the rest, as they say.......history!!"
