As I recall, you were speaking to my soul,
yet I know this can’t be true,
Just something that I tell myself…
a story in my head,
Memories breathe and time expands
Restricting once again
We stir our heart’s desires
Into paper with our pens
Weaving words like alchemy
Chemical reactions
Reflecting on our first date
and laws of our attractions

In a gallery where you worked
There was a painting…I didn’t like it much
But I liked you and asked you about it
to make conversation, to hear your voice
you described the piece with passion
and then another one or two
your love for art was clear to me
not so much a job, you see
Passion draws me in
a love language of sorts
and in the course of talking
A question left my lips…
“Would you like to go to dinner next week?”
The words came confidently from nowhere
For you, confidence was attractive
and time…was a starving artist

Beginnings are enchanting,
they can flourish or crash and burn
Chance encounters, lessons learned
And all at once, there we were…
A first date.
I remember watching you,
the way the words left your pink glossed lips
blue skies and sunshine glistening
Sipping Coconut Cloud martinis,
on the terrace at Tommy Bahamas restaurant
Watching cars and people strolling by,
Glances and sentences
Answers and questions
Pleasant observations
And smile lines on your face,
Trying not to focus on your mouth
Your eyes, your skin, your hair
The way you touched my knee when you laughed…
Laughter is attractive
Touch is attractive
As time expands…and restricts again

And beginnings have a space in time
entirely their own.
Everything is magical,
Wonderfully mysterious
Mystery sparks attraction,
Exploring lives through conversation,
An interview of sorts. Patient. Unhurried.
Taking time without a worry.
Trading stories here and there…
You did this then…and I did that when
Voices intermingling…creating resonance…
Sound is sexy…voices are attractive
Time stands still
and exhales…sweetly

Reactions in the moment,
Like poetry flowing, line by line
Answers minus metaphors
No word disguises…none I notice
No need to impress…none at all.
But imagination toys with my curiosity
Every so often, my mind wanders
I can’t help wondering about your kiss…
then I don’t….then I do.
You say I have nice eyes…
the kind that tells a story.
What story are you hearing?
When we like someone,
the stories we tell ourselves
are so intriguing, yes?
That voice inside your head (whispering)
Sometimes we fill in the blank spaces
between words, between syllables
with assumptions and what-ifs
But listening is golden…
hearing with your heart
when a question is asked
Taking that question to task
and repeating it back to her
before a thought is given
before we say what we shouldn’t
So she knows you’re listening
So she knows I’m listening…
listening…
listening…is attractive indeed
and time is hunger…never satisfied

The food arrives…appetizers to nibble on
Talking, tasting, delicious and aromatic,
I’m thinking about your kiss again
Your hand flicking your hair
Your purple finger nails
Is this a perfect date?
Or is it the drinks?
Where was I? Oh yes, a kiss
Kisses taste magical…
With a hint of coconut liquor…
But that is in the future…or is it?
Things would have to be
extremely magnetic
to kiss on a first date
To hold your face
And press our lips together
Time vanishes in that moment
Feeling that amazing rush
In the instant our tongues touch
Yes, lips are so attractive
And time sets the stage
For a first kiss…and last

Until then, the conversation flows like a dance
I ask for the check so we can change locations
Change perspective, expand time once again
You go to the restroom and when you return,
you’re beaming as you walk toward me
I offer you my hand as we descend the stairs
and you don’t hesitate to place yours in mine
the impression I get is that you trust me.
And you did
Trust is everything
Trust is attractive.
You reapplied your scent…
Lavender….I didn’t catch that at first
It’s intoxicating and it fills my imagination
to a place outside the moment
Attraction is collective
And I’m attracted to your scent
Scent is attractive,
and time…is all perception

We leave the restaurant,
Still holding hands
Yes, I remember watching you
And I could have sworn
that as we window-shopped
around Saint Armand’s Circle,
that people watched you as well.
The breath of our words floating
effortlessly between us
It’s funny looking back,
how it’s not always what
we’re attracted to in a person,
but more about what we’re willing to tolerate.
Sex is easy
Falling in love is easy
But falling out of love takes effort,
and time…reveals everything

There was a beach nearby and we strolled to it.
Still holding hands…skin on skin
Your palm was sweating at one point
And it felt as if you were nicely nervous
Excited? Anticipating? What?
I believe I was attracted to that…
I know I was,
At the beach, we removed our shoes
The sand was snow-white and warm
from the summer sun about to set
The ocean breeze washes over us
Mixing with your Lavender
as we walk and talk along the shore.
Everything seems to fall into place.
Indeed, beginnings have a space in time
entirely their own.
I recall you were speaking to my soul
Yet, I know this can’t be true
It’s just something in my head
A story that I tell myself
About beginnings, about time,
and about…the laws of attraction

TM DiSarro

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