that first date

the Italian restaurant where i had so hoped

would be a moment from Lady and the Tramp

and it proved to be as such

as the Chianti bottles danced in flames
atop red-white checkered tables

the musicians plied their romantic music

looking across the table

i recalled the first time i looked

upon that face

as the subdued light danced across

looking into your eyes

i saw every dream fulfilled

those smiles captured my every thought

i did not need my book of poems

nor crafted conversation

it was in that dinner we learned

our hearts were one

each sentence would find its' mark

as we echoed in a deep alignment

what was within

with our first breath

we were meant to be

on a park bench with poetry

lost in a Lady and the Tramp moment

and holding each other in our eyes 

whether across a table

in each other's arms

or in an airplane coming home

a gravity insouciant to any distance

we were meant to be

with that very first breath

2/3/19