Mer Prose

Tag: fast romance

  • Closure

    Doors close
    The dating app
    I’m back
    Healing from first swipe to first call to first date
    replay
    the calves the convo the love bomb the power play

    your same pics posted 
    the prompts and the copy paste answer
    I swore we deleted ours together 
    done your work?
    not yet, I bet 

    drink sometimes smoke no pot no political hidden
    love me a good debate but
    voices not text

    deal breakers 
    marijuana yes
    conservative, quick swipe left!
    not political. Maybe I give you a chance

    overlooked
    Mary Jane use
    matched with you anyway 
    a business owner, responsible 
    kind eyes not far from home 
    check check check

    here in this pic
    the gloss in your eyes
    stoner much
    not my type

  • Love is No Lie

    Love is No Lie

    As first dates would happen
    As they will do
    I’m figuring out
    my last 
    wasn’t with you
    my boo

    the conversations we had
    started with food
    end with our past 
    my Max your Max
    laugh, fire, pull

    force be with us
    and always for good
    Hans to my Leia
    tall, broody, and crude

    I took it with patience, 
    my pride

    attempt at something real
    it was
    love doesn’t lie
  • First Date Scaries

    First Date Scaries


    Haven’t had this feeling
    since my first post divorce date
    now I’m fifty in

    casual conversation
    awkward giggles
    glint in the eyes

    working to impress
    the opposite sex
    at least for tonight

    fake chemistry
    the kind that says
    well, we met
    do we fuck yet

    dinner
    I O U
    he’s says
    in a hint

    I know I should slap him
    people pleaser mode kicks in
    the necking in the car
    I’m such a tease
    I’m sure you want more

    home. Safe…
    the text he wants the text
    we barely know each other
    but I text
    on high from the dopamine
    of a good kiss
    meh
    tomorrow I’ll wake
    I won’t want to know him






    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Pout
    
			
    Pout
    
			
    

    Her power is her pretty
    The time she takes to do her hair
    the smile she gives, head tilt, bat eyelash stare
    male gaze attire
    floral skirt, high heels 
    demure 
    not too wild
    her side glance and you hand over your wallet 

    His power is his money 
    pays for dinner, five star
    Michelin style
    oysters rockerfeller, octopus
    order his entrée be sure to share and skip dessert 
    bottle of Cristal flash the bling when the guests arrive
    his confidence at its high
    drives you wild

    Her power of pretty
    is from
    the inside
    of course he sees 
    considers it sexy
    natural glow of the sun on the face til the hair parts and shows her age

    his power of money
    built from generational wealth 
    flows scarce
    as time passes 
    loss of excitement
    the fresh ride stale 
    no need to impress
    his needs have been met
    complaints of funds spent
    flowers from stop and shop for special occasion is all you’re going to get 
    




    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Date delema
    
			
    Date delema
    
			
    

    Objectify female existence. 
    First date, defined 
    Which category,
    perhaps for sexual fantasy 

    goth, no
    emo, club kid,
    eh
    oh rocker chick
    that’s it

    how we clashed
    genres of rock
    a generation apart
    the dead,
    the grunge, the soul,
    and the funk

    false narrative 
    it wasn’t enough

    mistook attention for love
    a common mistake
    play thing, a toy
    you, my only joy…
    not

    the narrative you desire
    to tell others 
    how I suffocate 
    didn’t give space
    when we both know
    you’re the one 
    who needs to save face 

    from your family and friends
    tell them I left
    again
    when literally 
    you pushed me away in the end. 
    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Blood Moon
    
			
    


    Sunday the tears shed
    I thought they disappeared 
    how much weight six months carried
    within the last year  

    5,360 minutes
    and that’s only the morning calls
    not to mention the texting, the vacation, dinners out, hiking and three times skating…

    my new best friend 
    dropped it hot
    quick tempered 
    cords cut 

    cutting cords
    this moon is meant for
    I hear
    place the water by the window 
    let go of what’s holding me back
    make sense of all those tears

    Ive managed not to call 
    when my stomach flutters
    and my heart clasps tight
    Your words
    empty words you once said
    of future, the home we could share
     
    couldn’t be quicker,
    How you pushed away
    made it much easier
    I smile 
    how I haven’t called out 
    to reach you, 
    ease the clarity of crazy
    you call me.
    You’re missing out. 



    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Air of Possibilities
    
			
    

    How do we do next
    Dating replaced

    Foodie aside

    a skate
    at the rink
    a hike in the woods
    was the extent of our taste;

    an app
    a cocktail a meal
    til the conversation ran dry

    How do we do next
    dating replaced

    Hold my hand 
    head high
    fill self interest
    ofc

    poetry, curling, bowling 
    yes of all things curling
    movies and rock bands
    the woods
    back to my tree hugging ways

    how do we do next
    dating replaced

    the spring sheds the cocoon
    the butterfly emerges
    the snow melts on the ground
    wings spread
    I fly
    primary colors 
    full force ahead. 

     
    




    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Hearts Shatter
    
			
    Hearts Shatter
    
			
    

    I text and text and text again
    Another message
    Press contact photo 
    hit call
    forwarded to voice mail
    grasping air

    .

    repeat 

    clarity or closure
    or something that resembles either
    a follow up from the 
    need isn’t how much time spent
    “moms on the other line” 
    click

    .

    need is how time is spent
    empathy respect
    hear the dream
    see the vision
    use the damn yoga mat

    .

    in a relationship
    what do those needs mean 
    a google search …
    listening  
    a chance to express
    feelings and opinions

    not met
    a call back
    you do care…
    only voices rise
    fault and blame 
    feel like despise

    hearts shatter