That Autumn Evening, That Summer Afternoon

Bring me to that autumn evening,

surrounded by people I didn't know,

masking my nervous feelings

with extroversion following in tow.

The chance to meet that pretty girl.

I'm not sure I said I had a "type"

but how her lips revealed those pearls,

skinny jeans, dark haired swoop. This felt right.

Don't bring me to those winter months

when her heart beat somewhere else

while mine left my chest to follow it. To hunt

in vain, its veins dragging behind itself.

Show me only when she corrected herself:

I mean my ex-boyfriend.

Like for a moment Spring forgot himself

and didn't wait for Winter to end.

Bring me to that spring evening.

I can't believe how gorgeous she is.

Masking my nervous feelings

with wit and prayers to grant this wish.

I still remember how at home I felt

on that uncomfortable sofa

in a strange living room. But I held

her with "forever" - a lasting aroma.

Bring me to that summer afternoon

and I've never been more nervous before.

Colored panes bounce off white dress. The room

disappears; Her tide of beauty takes the shore.

But bring me back here, a year from that summer

and let me live, lips lock and hearts take room

in each others' chest. One flesh - one Drummer

for both beats. Leave me here to be her groom.

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This is a poem I wrote for my wife for our one-year wedding anniversary.  Please enjoy.