If I Ever Visited...

If I Ever Visited…


I.

Best case scenario-
we will enjoy one another’s company,
be productive, and have a lot of fun
without our hearts connecting…

Worse case scenario-
our hearts lock,
and life will become torn and complicated

Worse case scenario-
we will be uncomfortable around one another,
and we will have accomplished nothing
except that realization…

Best case scenario-
our hearts will lock,
everything will make sudden sense,
and life will be heaven on earth for the rest of our days…

The best moments will be when she is just being a woman;
and the worse moments? When she is just being a woman…


II.

See the curtains hanging in the window
in the evening on a Friday night;
a little light shining through the window
lets me know everything’s alright…

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
blowing through the jasmine in my mind…

See the paper lying on the sidewalk,
a little writing blown out her door;
so I walk on up to the doorstep,
through the screen and across the floor…

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
blowing through the jasmine in my mind…

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom,
July is dressed up and playing her tune…

See the smile waiting in the kitchen,
candle light and the plates for two;
see the arms that reach out to hold me
in the evening when the night is new…

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,
blowing through the jasmine in my mind…


III.

It cannot get any better…


IV

It took only one small movement
to lose complete control…

I don’t know how she took it
as I satisfied my every desire…

I can hardly remember it,
the blind urges, madly driving me on until…

the long silence, breathless,
and then dreams…


V

Note to self- when writing a poem
for a woman’s consumption,
one must think ‘shopping list’
and fill it with objects that they can go out and buy…

  “My heart spilled upon the old-world tablecloth
  mingling with the stray salts spilled over the previous night’s dinner,
  the oak table groaning under all the promises
  of pleasure we left there,
  our hearts dancing in luxurious evening wear
  to the soft music of the ornate silver
  originally crafted and handed down through generations
  just for this, our moment, our occasion…

  The scent of jasmine blooms collected on the way
  will become a singular and gentle reminder
  on every flowered wall calendar hence
  that heaven awaits, right here on earth,
  those willing to pry open the Sears and Roebuck catalog of life
  with the credit card of realized romantic love at the ready…”


VI.

Ah, the pursuit of happiness,
then the monthly bill, interest accruing,
but no payments for nine months,
until the first shocker with that year's worth of interest tacked on…

and all payments after that less of a shock by degree…