Pixie

I met you at a bar, a friend of a friend

Watching live turtles race from the

Center of a circular table

On out to the edge,

No kidding.

I remember thinking how lovely

Your face was in the dim light

And we talked about

writing.

 

I got your email address;

It seemed like the natural thing

to do.

 

I don’t meet many people who enjoy

Writing quite as much as I do and

I thought someone like you

Wouldn’t go for someone like me.

Writing is such a lonely hobby.

Most people don’t know that.

I’ve been doing it for

far

too

long.

 

The next weekend came and somehow

you

Were in that car with my good friend Katie

The blazing sapphires and emeralds of

your eyes

Smiling back at me when I

Sat down next to you.

I thought fate was teasing me.

How would you have known

That I hadn’t kissed

Any lips in over a year?

If you knew, you probably would

Have run far away, and quickly,

Wondering what kind of damaged

fool

I must have been.

I didn't know it at the time,

But later you were drunk off your ass

And asked me to

Come home with you.

I am not a one-night stand person

And when I said I would stay

At the party, awkwardly,

I thought I had royally

fucked

up.

I swallowed my pride the next day

And got your number with a little bit

Of persistent prodding,

via e-mail.

 

(I know, I'm no Casanova.

I'm about as smooth as

sandpaper.)

 

A few weeks and

A few dates later

I drove home from your house

My glasses fogged from

A smear of your makeup

After a flurry of soft

delicious kisses

in the car

and

When I stormed inside

Shivering from

The bitter cold

I threw my jacket

On the couch

I stood in front of

The mirror and

Stared into my

Own brown eyes

And suddenly I melted

Into a pool of water

All over the bathroom

floor