Le Heron Bleu
You took
me
to a restaurant
That was
a fantasy
in real life
The room
looked
photo shopped
Ombre striped
sheers
underneath velvet
drapes
mustard colored
pressed tin walls
Thai
black bean cakes
with
sweet and sour shrimp
A perfect filet
striped
like a
green and brown zebra
with wasabi and
demi- glaze
The wine
red of course
Made time stand still
while you held my hand
and our gaze
so intent and hot
Burned
Everything
was perfect
We felt
meant
for
each other
Your soul
flowed
into
mine
There's only one thing
It wasn't the
brulee with
pomegranate
coulis
Just a small
detail...
...your wife
jo©
Tu est la, Jean? ... Toujours.
jo© You
pulled
in
off
the road
To find
me
in my
restaurant
I
fed
you
your
dinner
Then
we'd
go to
this
hotel
Where you
would
go to sleep
while
I watched
music tv
and
you
until
you woke
at dawn
to
leave
again
Now
it's neon
glows
to taunt me
every evening
at twilight
Emanating
from
across
the
tracks
When I
draw
the blinds
nightly
in
my mother's
house
It's
time
for you
to
return
I Interviewed As A Professional Bon Bon
The jewelry
you see here
is probably
commensurate
with the
caliber
of suitor
But the
second part
of the set
is not
an option
Not sure
about
a second
interview
jo©
I May Have Left You In The Lurch
I
Know that's the closest
I'll ever get
To a heartfelt
Apology from you
You were trained
Nearly from birth
At least since
You were six
Not to let
Your feelings
Show
You've carried
That trait
All through your life
I have to believe
Your chosen profession
Just validates
Your emotional
Detachment
But when you
Sat at my table
And ate my food
And got hysterical
With my children
Then unclipped my hair
To kiss
The top of my head
We all thought
You loved us
jo©
