Table For Two
It is ten o’clock, you said you would be here at nine.
In plain view I am waiting for you
I have been patient–Me, the precarious model…the bearer of unannounced consequences.
Why do I dress myself with ideas that are seated upon architectural idea of romance?
..In reverse, you hide yourself and dangle me with excuses,
Then you give me a convergence of an ideal, YOU, a mindswell of your selfish identity;
And why should there be a repeated compromise in the heart your disrespect of me?
And, what am I to you, a prop?
Exhibits and spectators are perfect models for captivation, with an affinity to glimpses, flirty winks and other suitable musings.
I sit with a clever exchange, I am entertained with the charm and my recaptivation.
Waiting for you, I have met someone new.