First Date

Poem

First Date

That trousseau nose

and auburn hair that curves

around her ears.

The way her eyes crease 

when she laughs

and dimples form

beside her lips.

 

Her favourite play is also mine.

We both have seen it

three times.

She loves jazz,

hates porridge

and climbs hills

to touch the clouds.

 

Soul mates.

Michael R Chapman
~ master of none ~