Serendipity
Author's Note: To take a break from a long-ass weekend of research paper writing, I decided to write this short ditty for you guys. The circumstances I had in mind for this poem is Helga is resorting to some good old-fashioned daydreaming in her ponderings about Arnold. Yep, it's sufficiently fluffy, light, and- dare I say it- corny, so enjoy and please review!
Small Shreds of Allurement
The very fact that we are looking for
something usually stands in the way of our finding it.
- African Proverb
I don't talk to you very often;
Even then, it's just to toss some customary mocking your way.
There are precious few moments when I succeed in going beyond that boundary,
And you find humor in me,
Or are you just humoring me?
Sometimes I believe you seek my company and companionship,
So I bestow upon you whatever small shreds of allurement I might possess;
I often wonder if that's enough for you.
Each time I am touch you,
An electric current runs through me,
Like a nuclear fission upon my skin that refuses to subside;
I long to feel your lips on mine,
To stoke the fire of passion burning within me,
For I couldn't even begin to know how to put out the flames.
Don't you see how much taller and straighter I walk when I am near you,
Imagining the desire and interest emblazoned in your eyes as I pass?
Why don't you take a chance on a shy blonde?
She's been waiting the whole time to be with you,
If only you would give her the word.
It's true she hasn't much to offer in terms of the strictly conventional,
Yet she has her own quirks with which to excellently recommend herself.
How can anyone refuse such a proposal?
But you'll never know what she's really like if you don't quit looking and just see…
Author's Note: Well, it's back to the homework I go. I have an idea for an even longer and more developed piece than this one, but it'll have to wait until the end of the semester…