we went to her church for our first date
after meeting for coffee nearby.
her pumps matched her pearls,
her sis had the girls,
and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
her perfume conjured lilac and jasmine,
her lipstick was shiny like blood.
in billy graham fashion,
the reverend's passion
filled the room as if flood.
I noticed the pale on her finger
where once a ring had been stuck.
I thought my own prayer
right then and there,
thankful for the blessing of luck.
when at last the preaching was over
and we'd ended with amazing grace,
she said that we could
and hoped that I would
join her for lunch at her place.
to be cont'd...