Words long evaporated
The unfolding scene was surreal in its reality.
My legs were molten columns
My hands, mitts of arctic product.
A tongue of sandpaper
Scratched a roof of raw silk.
To say I was nervous - HA!
No vocal coherence on my part was evident
But I could not shut off the oral floodgates.
I prayed for alien abduction.
On the other side
Of this ludicrous hobbyhorse,
Across a finely crystal-ed, finely china-ed table,
He volleyed his words with a practiced serve.
I marveled at his verbal volley
Witless and winless, I waxed woeful.
Where WERE those aliens?!
With my speech catatonic
And my wits on hiatus,
I did the only thing I could think to do
I kissed him.
-Christian
"And then, I kissed him."
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