Our First Date Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Give me the right to love.
Isn't that what you desire and wish?
Isn't that what you think of as happiness?
Give me the right to also have it.

Give me the right to explore what it is.
We want it always to be joyful.
But there are moments when love,
Can reduce one to feel it with a few happy tears.

Stronger it becomes when love done is missed.
And so difficult it is to not show this.
Love can make anyone jump through hoops,
With a doing to skip and do backflips.
When given the right to love,
Such a freedom to express it isn't restricted to limits.

Give me the right to love.
Isn't that what you desire and wish?
Isn't that what you think of as happiness?
When one is given the right to love,
There is nothing about it that should be prohibited.
Although some may perceive it as acts of foolishness,
If shown too much...
Around those who have chosen,
A preference to impress others with social etiquette.
And proper etiquette and love to feel seldom is a good mix.
I'm the kind that can run butt naked publicly.
With a declaring of my love to do running through the streets.

Give me the right to love.
Isn't that what you desire and wish?
Isn't that what you think of as happiness?
Give me the right to also have it,
Stripped and free from all pretentiousness.
That's the only love I seek.
That's the only love for me that fits.

'Listen...
I'm excited about meeting you too,
But...
Let's enjoy our first date, okay?
That running through the streets to do butt naked,
Is a bit too literal for me.'

I see.
So I should not interpret,
You rubbing my legs with your bare feet...
Or licking your lips,
As a desire to nibble on my ears?

'Of course not.
I like you.
I'm not in love.'

Well.
Hurry up and eat!
I can't wait for you to show me what love is.

'I just don't want you to get the wrong impression.'

Oh I wont.
I promise.
~WAITER? WAITER?
Over here.
May we have the check, please.~