A tryst with my lover

Here we meet again, my dear protagonist

You. A Box of brown

How is it that you.....A simple wrapped mystery

Adorned with such loving thought and care

A Box. Could lead me down such a wanton path

Often you appear upon my steps............Or

Softly kissing, teasing the floor by my front door

I possess no willpower, to say no, no never more

No more boxes shall evermore adorn my porch

Yet, today you, sensing my wavering intentions

You arrive by: DRONE, drone! I cannot believe your gall

What audacity, what cheek, the nerve of you

How must I resist the pull, the mystery, the charm

Of the mind that did engineer such an arrangement

I hear the sweet buzzing of the lovely golden metal bird

Saw you slowly approach above yonder trees

Where could it be heading, I think to myself

Then, to my surprise, the little bird came right up

Yes, it is to my front door that it ends its flight

A medium sized brown box hangs gingerly

From its tiny gleamingly powerful grasp

Slowly it gets closer, and closer to the ground

Like a large menacing metal bee, it swoops lower

Then by my door it halts, shrieks, deposits it's load

Then soars away high into the azure cyan skies

Swiftly I rise from my cushioned windowed comfort

Flying post haste with anticipation

Snap went the slightly rusted latch on our old door

Flung opened wide with much alacrity

I grab the welcomed tenuous package

Did he remember our anniversary?

Did the five children pool their resources

And unselfishly buy momma a birthday gift

I honestly do not remember which is which

Is it birthday or anniversary?

Into the house we both proceed

Opening the box with great anticipation

I find to my alarm, my favorite perfume

A tender worded note inside, "I remembered", it read

Tresor Je`taime, Lancome 1990, "our spot 7pm"

Wrapped in satin scarves, tied with a silken bow

It is from my beau from long ago

The one that got away, one I sent away

You know, the one you never forget

The one who would have led you astray

The devil may care handsome rascal

Who discovers in his latter years, too late

That his choices made all those years ago

Were all for his selfish desires and pleasures

Still, a silly part of me wants to find out

If five children and a sweet kind soul years later

Had been the right decision of my weary heart

Though they are my whole entire world

The devil imp upon my shoulder had to know

With a wayward sigh, I write a note

Off shopping with some friends, back soon

Dinner on warm, check the oven, careful please

I dressed with apprehension, and much care, been so long

The place had changed. More modern

I felt so out of place, so behind the times

Where had the years gone. Parenting, adult things

They consume your days, weary are the nights

The restaurant is young, we are middle aged

You can't they say, go back home again

There he was, sitting at our table, it was the spot

Different, but same, some things never change

He arose, still quite the gentleman of old

Lilacs and peonies in a bouquet. He remembered

I have five children. I know he said. I love them so

A silent hug, "Let me look at You. Wow!

You have not changed, still as beautiful as ever".

He lied so well. Still!

"You got old, more handsome, if I may say so.

Greying at the temples suits you".

We both laughed so very heartily. It was good to laugh

We talked. He never forgot me. Neither I you. I said

We ate. Drank wine, just a glass, can't be too wild

Someone had to drive back home. We danced a while

"Let's go home", he said. "Ok", I said

Don't worry, he is my other loving half

Once per year we relive our youth and pretend

Role play, you see, is a healthy way

To keep the home fires burning

Bet you thought that I was being bad!

Well. Maybe just a little!

N.A.