For this week’s poem, write about aphrodisiacs.
In The Personals Section Of The Star Tribune
Saw you at the Art Institute yesterday, noticed you right away.
I was in the exhibition gallery, checking out local artists.
I thought you were cute, wondered why you were alone.
You looked like a student, but it was your hair that got me,
long, thick and so shiny it gleamed. And you did this thing
when you turned your head, tossing it from side to side.
Saw you again at the Canary Cafe on Franklin.
I wanted to talk to you, but I was too shy. Couldn't think
of anything to say, beautiful women make me tongue-tied.
Fat chance you’ll see this, but if you do, have coffee with me.
I was the tall guy with glasses, the one trying not to stare.
Call Danny: tel: 612 381 3270.
12 comments:
Jeans and a vest - easy then! I'm sure she will see this!
HA! Thought about adding crutches to his description, Derrick ...
Marianne I hope you haven't been trying to pick up young boys in art galleries.Donna Reed
would never do this. She would be at home wearing a starched white apron making a batch of scones.
I think I'll try that approach...
Love this - it works!
Terrific response to the prompt -- it doesn't read like anything other than what it says it is: delightful!
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a personals ad! what an inventive response to the prompt!
I am really thinking of calling that number ha!
I love glasses! Well done Marianne
Pamela
Ah! infatuation strikes in the Art Institute! Lovely presentation of a certain age and insecurity...
I like your offbeat approach to the prompt.
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I like the way this is written, and the longing encassed within. Nice...
Oh, I hoe she sees this, calls the poor guy.
I used to be him. different phone number, though.
Enjoyed the read.
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