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What's It Mean???

by Chris Sorrenti


It’s nice to know desire
and the hunger for romance never dies
even when one reaches that salt and pepper age
and the wisdom to go along with it

Like something out of an old Humphrey Bogart movie
a mysterious drop dead gorgeous blonde
enters the picture
always well dressed
and obviously of intelligent breed
consultant by trade
professional in every sense of the word
comes in once or twice a week to work
for another section on my floor
and though our duties don’t coincide
we occasionally pass in the hallways

On the chance our eyes meet
no expression or emotion
smile or greeting
though I’ve made friends in varying degrees
with everyone else on the floor
like a buck and doe caught in one another’s headlights
just a gut feeling of something bigger in the works
then we go our separate ways

I don’t know

Maybe she’s married with fifteen kids
deeply committed to another man
enjoys candlelight dinners
walks on the beach
while listening to Beethoven

Or possibly
she’s an avowed lesbian
into rough sex
not that there’s anything wrong with that
or the kind to go sky diving at three in the morning
with a glass of merlot
or simply someone who requires a formal introduction
or just isn’t interested

Or maybe it’s nothing at all

I take it at least she’s into cycling
with the little blue ink on white cardboard drawing
of a 10 speed racer
slipped inside the clear plastic
below her name plate

And despite this synchronistic commonality
in the long run
though I probably don’t have a hope in hell
there’s no harm in imagining

© 2012

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09/27/2012

Posted on 09/27/2012
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kris Mara on 09/28/12 at 02:58 AM

I don't know what it means, but it's great to hear inside your head...so vividly...and I wonder now what she might be wondering about you as you pass in the hall...

Posted by Christel Crews on 09/28/12 at 03:48 AM

isn't it fun to think of the 'what ifs' and let your imagination wonder every once in awhile? best of luck to you as you try to figure out what to do with this intriguing mystery lady :-)

Posted by George Hoerner on 09/28/12 at 01:21 PM

Our mnd plays the greatest part in our life so go ahead and imagine. That is where it starts. If you don't at least do that it never happens. Nice write Chris.

Posted by Keith D Allison on 09/28/12 at 01:42 PM

The hope of, the colors of fall the scent of aluminum on wheels powered by flesh the salt and pepper dance the reality within clouds the breeze mingling with joy the cinnamon of happiness and love Energy flows where attention goes whether the reality the twilight wine of the mind may the delightful rhythm be yours

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/29/12 at 06:05 PM

I love making up things about people, based on demeaner, dress, etc. I ABSSOLUTELY will not judge a handicapped person- but anyone "normal is great fodder for my imagination. I wonder how much of what we imagine is actually true.

Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 10/04/12 at 06:57 PM

This is the part where you ask yourself if the destruction of the speculations you've made is worth their possible realization. =)

Posted by James Zealy on 10/05/12 at 06:01 PM

I have seen one at work. Definitely not interested in anyone one here. She has pale ivory unblemished skin, brilliant intellect, long coal black hair small in height but very curvaceous. When she walks there is a natural rythm and movement that speaks to her feminity. She does not wear much in the way of jewelry at all, and makes no attempt to hide her voluptious shape. Smart, and confident in place in the organization. It is part of the attraction.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/05/12 at 08:45 PM

Been there, met her, or her twin sister...and wondered to myself all you have and more, Chris. But you said it a damn sight better than I ever did!

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