Streetlight Tango

Roger and Chloe were dating

They were in love

It was their 2 year anniversary

Roger had forgotten to buy Chloe a gift

So he decided he would use rose petals to cover his tracks,

And sentiment would mask negligence.

So on his way to her apartment,

He stopped at a street side flower cart,

Picked a pretty pink dozen and waited in line to pay.

//

Roger and Chloe had been dating for a while now.

Things were going mostly okay for them.

They hung out all the time and stuff

Which was fun.

More often than not they stayed in on the evenings.

Which was nice.

Sometimes they went to a movie.

Which was entertaining.

The would probably get married

Which would be suitable

Things were going to be great.

//

At a bus stop opposite the flower booth, a stranger sat.

She was beautiful

And elegant in every sense of the word

Her hair fell in luscious locks of lava and met her shoulders like comets meet the earth.

She floated glowing like Himalayan clouds perched on the gentle slopes of the mountains mere mortals can only imagine. Parting her lips like a breaking dawn, with that same feint ambiance you get watching the sunrise after a long night of not sleeping with good friends and better whiskey.

She was burning up.

She looked like an angel

And smiled like the devil

Her lipsticked lips parted as if she was whispering secrets known only to the damned

And with each breath she let slip through our fingers, the answer.

There was something she knew that eluded most folks.

But you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

The shadows from the streetlight

Tangoed along her cheekbones

Like leaves in the wind

They moved in perfect time.

Her eyes reflected stormy oceans

And she muttered softly to herself

About the wonders of life.

As she turned her head back,

She caught Rogers eye

The wind carried the feint scent of her perfume across the street

And paraded it through Rogers wafting nostrils,

Making jelly of his trembling knees.

He didn't believe in love at first sight,

So he looked again.

She was glorious.

She was every dream he ever had,

But couldn't quite remember.

She was hot tea on a cold night.

In the heart of December

Steaming and breathing life

She was redwood grounded

And Spring fickle

With the voice of a thousand birds

Singing songs of bittersweet sound.

His eyes brimmed with desire

And his heart caught fire.

His heart beat stuttered as he approached her, flowers in hand.

Each step he took a thundering boom

Stopping traffic in both directions.

By the time he reached the stranger,

She was getting on the bus

“Wait!”

He cried.

Extending the pink bouquet like an Olympic torch.

He approached her as she was boarding

and proclaimed,

monologue

“Lovechild you are the starlight of my dream world destiny!

Move me in blooming light

My fair blossom of a love.

Take me now for who I am

Apple of my eye!

I beg and beseech you, please!

Gaze upon me with haste

and take pity on a poor fool such as myself.

I am but an honest man with good intentions

And will forever be your faithful companion,

That is,

If you'll have me?”

He gave her his best puppy dog eyes.

She stared back blankly

Her gaze graced his presence.

Their eyes locked like a treasure chest

and in that moment

the world came to screeching halt.

But before the bus door closed and

eclipsed her figure with a swift and sudden click

She parted her lipsticked lips

and whispered

“I'm into chicks”

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