I don’t quite know what to do with this poem. Maybe after a few revisions it will be worth sending out. I hope you all like it.
A Rhetoric for Lovers
This evening I want to call you and hear
you tell me about the small things
that happened in your day. I fail
to see why I shouldn’t, but as yet
I have not picked up the phone.
I mean, we know each other well enough
after a few dates that I really shouldn’t
worry about it. If you don’t
want to go out, you won’t go out.
But love is so hard these days
and so easy to scare someone away.
I should like to point out to you
that I think we would both find
a night spent together to be
both good and advantageous;
though I suppose that this fact
will have to be taken on trust.
What is the point, my love,
when strangers are making it
in dark corners, and troubled
youths are fingering their triggers,
and suicide bombers are wrapping
themselves in the dark, secret
love of their righteous death,
of the two of us sleeping alone?
So i hope that when you hear
your phone ring, you will
pick it up, and tell me how to
know you. Although, as yet,
I have not dialed your number.