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.
