I wanted to surprise my love.
I set up a few things to do,
My love is my angel dove,
A person divinely who
understands my foibles
fears, anxieties, and
an unabashedly coital
love of the tenderest land.
So we went west, following
the frigid breeze.
Tenseness in my throat swallowing
a bad time could not appease.
and truly it was the worst time
The event was cancelled,
and the doors were locked.
A date that was not uncanceled,
so instead we took a walk
to a fine cuisine advertised
on the other side of town.
The meal we had prized
was a felonious break down.
Overly decadent,
overly priced,
overly wait,
overly over it.
I’m still cleaning butter out of my system,
and I’ll never get back that money.