the awakening

(The Awakening)

Saw her every day at the outskirt of the town
when delivering newspapers,
she was tall, dark, intense eyes, walking
hand in hand with her daughter,
who, at fifteen, was pale imitation of her mother

From Romania, people said, the president there
had shot her husband dead, and thrown him
down a borehole, band her from returning, maybe
she and her daughter were spies.

Dreamed of the woman… often, we did things
that made me blush when daylight came,
I was sure she was a witch…those eyes. you see,
so deep! So foreign! So sexy!

One day she flashed me a knowing smile,
I blushed and fell off my bike, she knew!
My shame was total;
yet, to my despair she appeared in my
dreams again, the hussy

Suddenly April and they had vanished,
flown away like malevolent, swarthy, ghosts
that had no business being here, in a Nordic spring;
and my femme fatal faded from my…
disgraceful dreams

Replaced by the girl in the cake shop she was
safely local, wore braces on her teeth, and
sometimes gave me an extra coco macron,
our relationship was
… strictly chaste