"O Joe, you know I like you:
this has been lovely,
but..."
I waited for her
to complete her thought,
but she left the 'but'
suspended enticingly
over my sea of anticipation.
I wasn't despondent:
it was one of those ambiguities
the nights are known for.
With proper philosophical gravity
I dismissed the unease:
"My dear lady, fret not,
the 'buts' are but an exciting start."
No sooner my words came out
her hands started feeling herself all over;
I gawked.
Did my words carry
such aphrodisiac power?
Was this turning out to be
an instance of intellectual copulation?
It never entered my befuddled mind,
she was ascertaining wardrobe malfunction.
Yet, with eyes hard like stones,
brows furrowed,
she stormed out,
leaving behind the acrid fume of
unlovely sentiments:
"Keep dreaming of my butt,
it's not going to come out
for you... ever."
Now I chide myself:
how did I lose to a mere
presence or absence of a 't',
with an intellect
so vast?
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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A wonderful poem about misunderstanding in the complexities of life and language. Over a t a tiff but (pun intended) for the want of a nail the shoe was lost and so forth. Loved it
Thank you so very much π
My pleasure Rebellion
Nicely done.
Thank you very much π
Hey, my friend, this hits with sly teeth and humor, sharp and unapologetic.
I love how you twist wit and desire into a punch that leaves the ribs aching.
Thank you very much π. Been writing too many \'serious poems\'. Had to have a break. In a completely different context something similar did happen when I made a philosophical comment during a system cutover run at the dead of the night in Scotland. I was managing it and found some of the team members were having a hot disagreement about a finer point. I said the \'the buts always come out in the night\'. Then found my words on the notice board with \'buts\' replaced with \'butts\' π
Dearest friend, Iβve seen that exact kind of overconfident reasoning implode before. The way you frame it as intellectual gravity meeting romantic miscalculation feels painfully relatable. The humor lands because the ego feels real, and hatβs what makes it work. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
I also need to say that I love the wordplay in the title, too! Love it!
Deep gratitude for your review and comments π
Most welcome, my friend.
Delightful
Thank you for the kind words π
yes indeed, how could you - that small 't' lost you a chance that could have been yours for the taking....
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