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Before The Sandman Cometh

by Chris Sorrenti


though the clock strikes only nine
like Cinderella she darts away
a pleasurable evening’s company
for now the only glass slipper
she’ll leave behind

her schizophrenic’s medication
whisking her off
to an indifferent companion
no fairy god mother
though I wouldn’t mind sharing
see her safely to him
what dreams I could wrap around her
be that morning reassurance
after his sleeping powder
has again lost its charm

as each time we’re together
the more she opens for me
a nice kind of crazy
insane laughter
watching the movie Michael
of an Earth bound angel
cementing two Bohemian hearts
a love of art
showing her paintings to me
reading my poetry to her
a wary eye always on the clock

a good night hug
this time a full minute
a hint of what’s to come?
we peck one another on the cheek
lips grazing
so close and yet...
I ask her for a kiss
my Cinderella refusing with a smile
door closed again
though not before her saying
“I’ll be back next week
for my glass slipper”

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10/25/2006

Posted on 10/26/2006
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/26/06 at 11:53 PM

You charm us with an evening's tale of sweet chaste romance.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 10/27/06 at 03:55 AM

wonderful read! i like the ending and it leaves me wanting to know what happened the next week...

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/27/06 at 07:30 PM

Hi Chris. "what dreams I could wrap around her"...what desire you right of! Enjoyed this, thanks.

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 10/27/06 at 09:19 PM

I know we've spoken about "platonic affairs" in the past, and this captures the essence of it perfectly: the affection, the conflicting emotions, the wistfulness - well-done! d:-)

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/29/06 at 04:55 AM

This poem and emotion contained in the moments herin-- are definitely self-contained yet ready to spill beyond the hourglass, if such becomes possible-- a passionate undertone, a creative edge to be leaped from into... who knows what promsising future delight?

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/30/06 at 04:41 PM

Interesting piece, especially with the way you chose to open each stanza. It's almost like you're dropping us in after the first couple of words have already passed. Sorry if that doesn't make any freaking sense, but I do like it, all the same.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/03/06 at 12:28 AM

I think I saw some Cinderellas last evening. This was always a fav. of mine, very sweet, representing that elusive almost.

Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 11/06/06 at 06:00 AM

An excellent piece, Chris. I hope for both of you one day the slipper fits and you continue to enjoy each other so much.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 11/06/06 at 07:16 PM

"as each time were together the more she opens for me a nice kind of crazy" Having been in a relationship for decades with one that can keep you out as oft as let you in I especially felt this line. I like the flow of this poem and there is the hint that Cinderella will someday, someway let her Charmer in. Nice work. smh :)

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