My First Real Date
There was a welcome mat beneath my feet
A gleaming bright brass knocker on the door
A calming place for visitors to greet
All the signs of being a safe harbor
Here I stand silent admitting defeat
Arms frozen in place unable to knock
Yet my blood is racing can feel the heat
And mouth so dry as if stuffed with a sock
I’m ready to turn and hurry away
When the door swings open to show her smile
I’m now a million pieces of dried clay
She laughed as she swept me into a pile
Thrilled and bewildered that evening was I
Especially when she kissed me goodbye