First Date

First Date

By Brandon Palzkill

Shimmering starlight twinkles

In your bright sapphire eyes

As we jet down the boulevard

In a Cadillac convertible

Top down, winds blowin’ through our

       hair,

Got your feet up on the dash,

Head tipped back,

Carefree, you beam at me

And I fall in love.

I take you to the House of Blues

Buzzing with electric neon

Red and violet and pink,

Bathing us warmly; slowly

Swaying, grinding

To the gravelly rasp of Tom Waits

Singing through the juke box.

Hold you close; hold you tight,

And you hold your breath,

While you fall in love.

Gray, overflowing clouds roll in,

Thick, glassy raindrops

Pound the asphalt, sizzling; crashing;

Chasing us beneath a park gazebo,

We wait, sitting out the storm;

Your rain-washed flesh sparkles;

I touch you… you shiver.

I taste sweet precipitation

On your lips

As we fall in love.