"I'm So In Love With You"

 

he said this as we slowly moved
together in time with music, i think
it's called "dancing." but i got lost
in his eyes and missed a step or two
and we almost wound up in a heap
on the floor.

well, i was in shock, as you can well
imagine. of course i know how wonderful
i am (must always remember and never forget
Deb Wood's words to me in 1989: Denise,
sarcasm is rarely pretty.), but i didn't know he
knew. i thought i had been hiding it pretty well,
my wonderfulness, i mean. i act careless and
casual, drop no hints, leave no clues that underneath
this whining exterior lurks the heart of a great, true
love. someone to build dreams around. someone
to ache and yearn for. yes, that would be me.

but we found the rhythm again and all i said was,
"are you? are you really?" and i smiled that gap-toothed
smile that apparently he loves and he, being mostly kind
and a true romantic, said, "yes. yes, i am."

and then he kissed me and the song was over.
we went back to being who we are. me hiding
my wonderfulness and he the fool in love with me.

i did not ask to be born just so i could break his heart,
but i know that will happen. i just know it. and i will
go the rest of my life remembering forever that one
shining moment on the dance floor when he reached
inside of me and held my heart in his hands.

denise

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