Hello

We bumped into each other at the local shop rite
He knocked over my shopping basket
I got caught up in his eyes,
His lips
Then his...
Package
He rudely interrupted my sweet
reverie with " Hello"
Still partially in trance I mustered
up a " Hi"
Not smooth like his
I was nervous and off pitch
Somewhere between then and now
I invited him over to my place
Whispers in modest baritone
We loved like he was my Beetle
and I his Ocean child
Avant-garde, he pushed me to new
hights and I pushed back
Creating rhythm and rhyme
We made poetry

- Sade' Miller