Con-temporary Love

by

Bonnie Enes

 

 

Waking up to the ether of fresh love    watching you sleep    slowly you open your blue blue eyes    hello there    do you realize you are everything to me    I will give up everything to be with you    everything    everything I was interested in before I met you you will become my everything    oh, to be with you 24/7    to wake up on this Sunday morning with you is a gift    we’ll leisurely have breakfast which I will lovingly cook, bake, sauté just for you    then we’ll read the paper    discuss a few current events    make love, shower, dress    later browse in the used book store    oh … you think those places are dusty and musty    well, later we can have lunch outside at the coffee shop and put our faces to the sun    you’re fair-skinned and can’t sit in the sun, besides you would rather sit inside somewhere and belly up to the bar    well, we could take a walk after lunch    you need to take a nap after lunch and a few beers    well, then we could take a woodland walk after your nap    you never take walks in the woods—there are ticks and snakes and wild animals in the woods well, we could go see the latest flick or a play your legs are too long to sit in theaters    then how about we go shopping at the oriental grocery store in the city so we could eat in

 

Sad Woman's Face

 

you’re a meat and potatoes man, you never eat exotic foods    maybe later we could do some rearranging of your apartment    you like it just the way it is    some night we could go dancing    you don’t dance    well, what DO like to do  you like to just hang out here all day on Saturdays and Sundays, not shave or shower, eat junk food and watch sports  but what about Saturday nights, I met you last night at that concert    you just happened to be there because a friend had an extra ticket and wanted someone to go with    I know I said I would give up everything to be with you but you were supposed to say it back    no, no you didn’t    I just assumed we might reach some middle ground with what we wanted to spend our time doing together    you don’t believe in middle ground, the last few women you dated said the same thing then wanted everything their way    but I won’t be like that, I believe in fairness    will I go to the fights with you    well no, I won’t, but then you could go to the fights and I could go out to a movie or play with friends    no, that wouldn’t be giving up everything for you    I know I said I would do that but that was before I found out you won’t do any of the things I enjoy doing, I’ll just get up now and shower and dress so that I can make the service at the Unitarian Church    you think those people are a bunch of nut cases    no, they aren’t, they are highly intelligent people    that’s what you mean    I think I’ll pass on the shower and just get dressed    that’s fine by you    aren’t you even going to walk me to the door    you want to get in some more Zs    well, I’m leaving now maybe we’ll run into each other at another concert,  are you even fuckin’ listening to me    ZZZZZZZZ.

 

 

 

 

Bonnie Enes, Poet Laureate of South Windsor, Connecticut, has had poetry published in several literary publications including Pegasus, Shapes, New Dimensions(ECSU), Kennebec (U of ME), Namaste, Nude Beach, Yankee, Fairfield Review (editor's & readers' choice), Poet’s Cove, New Monhegan Press--An Anthology, Country and Abroad, Artis, Scope, Chronogram, Perspectives, Voices Israel Raving Poets and The Rose & Thorn. Her short story, The Hillsboro Garden and Literary Guild was developed into a play and won awards in Maine and Connecticut.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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