To a longing entrapped in my mind.
I am aware my impatience holds,
Onto contemplation.
Enforced within a dancing hesitation.
As I consider…
Being available to blind dating.
And that expectation,
To inspect a prospective soulmate…
Stays attached to my awaiting fate.
Although my deflated ego,
May be used as temporary bait!
During these times,
I am reminded of my aging.
And yet…
When I hear knocking at my door,
I don’t expect.
I wonder aloud…
‘Is this an opportunity I should explore?
Or could this be a certified letter…
Being delivered I should ignore?
Or allow.
Is it another ‘bill’?
This ‘could’ be a Mary! ‘
I look…
And discover,
It’s my neighbor!
Ready to gossip as before.
(‘What a damn bore! ‘)
‘Wouldn’t it be easier,
To conduct a random survey? ‘
I am asked…
As my neighbor enters and passes,
Me.
‘At least you would roam…
A few steps away from your own,
Comfort zone.’
No!
That would ruin my flair for ambiance.
And homegrown hospitality,
That would be left begging to be shared.
I know someone for me will come…
To sniff the bliss scented air.
‘Before or ‘after’…
This misting of your ‘BS’ is released?
To spare those who prefer minted geese? ‘
Hmmm…
What are you implying?
Should I…
Or should I not,
Continue to spray my place with curry?
‘You want a ram or a lamb…
To spice your heated sheets? ‘
Good question.
I had not thought…
To lay my chops on mutton!
I had been thinking,
Of offering something fowl to de-feather!
Hoping it to please,
The taste of one seasoned….
And ready to de-frock for a bit of frolic.
‘Then you must add a hint of garlic,
And roast with vitamin-E! ‘