April 29, 2012
If he asked me on a dinner date
and sat on the opposite side and held my gaze
for 60 seconds, would I still debate
my beauty as I do these lonely days?
Would these loud questions hush to silence if
he took my hand in his, studied my face
with gentleness? Would I relax the stiff,
uncertain muscles robbing me of grace?
Would it not matter so much our differences –
he the outdoorsman, I mosquito food?
Could we unite despite our preferences
over a stronger common love and good?
I think, if he gave me a chance, I could surprise
us both, let go this insecure disguise.