We have reservations, <br />I can’t use chopsticks <br />she doesn’t mind if I spoon <br />We’re through dinner <br />and she says I’m “smooth.” <br />We leave the restaurant, she’s relaxed, content, <br />the evening’s over, or so she thinks, I’m working <br />on courage for the upsell and with <br />Academy Award winning method <br />acting I casually ask “Would you <br />like to go clubbing? ” “Oh Yeah.” <br />Three drinks later, bathed in music <br />we discuss the pronunciation of <br />Psyche, I say “Either Psych or Psychee <br />is acceptable but if you say it’s Psych, that’s <br />good enough for me.” <br /> <br />I didn’t know it beforehand but I’ve just said <br />the right thing, her arms instantly wrap <br />around me. She kisses my face all over <br />up down, sideways, diagonally. Other patrons stare <br />as I bask in the spotlight of our private moment. <br />It’s getting late but not quite push <br />comes to shove, time for coffee and new punters to pash in front of. <br /> <br />Decision time: She says “Your place or mine? ” and I wonder <br />are we going too fast, say <br />“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 <br />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. <br /> <br /> <br />1. Inspired by David Caesar’s Screenplay 'Mullet'.<br /><br />Pete Dowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-date-10/
