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A simmering salsa CD
Plays in the background
As she stops mid-stride
To do a dance-turn
A sexy little chenez
Smiling
Dreaming of him
Elated that she will spend
The evening basking in
His gaze.
She sashays into the bathroom
Studies her image
Piles her dark hair
Up on her head
Makes critical decisions
About
What to Wear:
Dress ? Suit ??
Earrings
Perfume
Shoes ( or boots?)
Wonder Bra or Not ?
She lays out her ensemble at last
Smiling still,
His voice reverberating
In her ears
Husky and low
Making the chills rise
On her neck,
Causing her to close her eyes
Just for that moment.
She sees herself sitting in his car
Inhaling his cologne
Carefully maintaining
She is not as
Interested as
She is ,
Carefully feigning
She is not weary of
Being alone.
Ah, the plans !
Ah, the objectives, yes, the design !!!
The neat little slot where this Man
Will fit
In her life !
Disney-like
She swirls and twirls
To the music
Unaware that disaster lurks
In her longing.
Too soon
Too soon
She will search for tissues
Seek solace from some source
Rock pointlessly back and forth
Endlessly bewildered
Trying to divine
How It Happened.
"I am too smart for this"
She'll tell herself
Grasping at that fragile straw
Just like I did.
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