Chance Encounter
‘Twas the 10th of May, just another day
Till she walked into my favorite coffee shop
What a price my tender heart would pay
When she looked my way...
my jaw did drop
Juke played “Love of My Life”
Santana sang on a scratchy “45”
I fantasized...she'd be my wife
How could I feel more alive?
Searching for words I stammered;
“Hello…pardon me I think I know you”
With a smile she cooed “I’m not from here”
Breathless...my face turned a pale blue
As her breasts bulged out a silk brassiere
With latte to go she spun on spike heels ‘n left
There stood I, this poor befuddled fool...bereft
(Sometimes a vision won't give you the time of day: -)
poem by Ray Lucero
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
