first date
a poem by Winnie Star
sunday
we head to the Van Morrison concert
by intermission
your tongue is in my mouth
after the show
you play harmonica
in your water tower abode
i spill, "i think i love you"
you nudge me to stay
but since i'd been forewarned
excitement
could rip open
the small retinal tear
in my left eye
i say, "sorry, not tonight,
eye laser in the morning"
two days later
eye healing
you call
we do it
blindfolded
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