About Nothing - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
I'm wearing dark denim jeans with a bland t-shirt of sorts.
Colorful imagery coming together as one tucked under
a wool pull over.
My steps echo up the hall to her door.
My hand knocks twice.
Upon arrival I stand in thought
She opens it then smiles.
Exchanging warmth in a greet.
We enter the streets underneath the sky filled with clouds.
The smell of rain lingers.
She's not the normal type of girl you'll typically meet.
Normally found in library's with her head down
Reading. Uplifting the thoughts she keeps to herself.
We converse about whatever comes up.
Passing the corner of random streets.
I'm not from here, her voice replaces the GPS.
Soon to fill our lips with something meaty as we've yet to eat.
Her necklace shimmering in the light that spreads over our heads.
She kisses me with her stare.
I see myself in her reflection,
Her skin is smooth to the touch.
Light flirtation excused as an accident before we were sat.
A good use of the facial scrubs advertised on televison.
One of life's greatest reasons for living.
Paying mind to the gesture on her face as steam from the food rises
in front of her face.
Knives and forks scrape.
Small voices create a big sound around us as we drown in our own ambience.
Waiters make haste, hurrying the orders along.
Coming by making sure our glasses are full.
Leading to the intercourse of stimulating conversation.
Her lips spread, trying not to chew and talk.
I laugh at her willingness to remain humane.
Her hair slightly caught in the draft from the heater above us.
I ask to exchange seats, as her face pays no mind.
The table stripped in a dark varnish,
covered with a high quality gloss.
Drizzle from the rain outside pouring down the window.
Small streams creating abstract shapes looking out into them.
We cringed at the sound of loud smacking coming from the obnoxious guy
at the table behind us.
Reflection apparently obvious as we both looked in the window, slightly laughing.
Two kids dressed as adults poking fun at the faces that passed.
subliminal fish out of water.
Stammering off of the cocktails ordered.
I'm not from here, Following the sound of her voice as she becomes more calm.
I've seen advertisements of places like this.
I never thought I'd actually visit.
Maybe by myself.
As she was my tour guide.
The sparks that flew from the stare of our eyes.
Two tables to our right was a couple
Lost in each others arms.
Although sitting still.
The look in their eyes revealed all.
With hardly anything said
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