The Irony Of It Poem by RIC BASTASA

at first, we start on a very trivial
conversation
what you do
and what you like doing
how we arrive at common grounds
like the places we
have visited and describing in details
what we have seen there
as though we are watching
the same film

then we do not just take glances anymore
i catch you stealing a hard look at me
and i responded in the same manner
that you give that lovely stare

i advanced a step closer to you
my mouth waters
like what a man must do under
same circumstances
i chance to hold your hand
and you welcome it
with a smile

then we leave the place going somewhere else
where we can be alone
to explore the other possibilities of love

i forget to know what your name was.
i guess, you are love, you must be
for now, i again meet the beautiful feeling of happiness.