The Promise of Disappointment

Look into his face
as he asks for your number -
Striking, broad, smiling, brown hair.
And suddenly sharply,
through the buzz it’s clear
he is a golden retriever.
Beautiful and panting,
Rolling all night with delight.
He would follow until his heart burst from the effort,
but never lead or comprehend what of him you wanted. 
Never understand why you must always run fast. 
But you die a little death in his eyes and think
               Perhaps this time it will be different.
So smile and let go! Consider for the moment 
the rush of flying down the highway 
on the back his motorcycle.