Magpie Tales #77, "The Date"

Summer Evening Edward Hopper , 1947

The Date

The languid air
contrasted sharply
with my senses

as the glide of his hand
and touch of his knee
finally made me feel
sixteen.

"Sweetness."
That's what he called me.

Wrapped in a cocoon
of darkness, his urgent whispers
charmed even the stars;

they too dipped and swayed
in rhythm with his
velvety smooth baritone.

His brightly colored hair
beckoned my fingers
like a moth to a flame.

Oh, how my lips did burn!
The stars spun
and time stood still...

Almost.

Enlightenment did come
by way of the porch light,
flooding us with accusations.

Without a backward glance,
the steps he did hurtle

and I watched him fade
into darkness with
mixed emotions.

The curtained window
drew back together.  I
entered through the back door.

Unable to look at her.
At my sister.

His supposed date.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 8, 2011

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