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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 285: ‘Meet Me in Autumn’: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (38) Vol. IV

Fireplace eatery

 

“Meet Me in Autumn”

You’re not fooling anyone with that stern posture
You may want to re-think the don’t-bother-me demeanor,
There’s at least one woman susceptible to autumn
I was wondering, by chance, have you seen her?

If so, would you pass along this gentle word . . .
A writer in Southern California is willing to interview,
His curriculum vitae at first glance is rather thin
Ah, but behold the wondrous things he can do:

Pull out your cushioned chair from the reserved table;
Lay the cloud-white cloth across your lap;
Whisper, ‘Welcome to my autumn’ in your ear;
And unveil the palmbox dressed in burgundy wrap

Just a little something to set a seasonal tone
As intended, my, how they sparkle against your wrist,
‘Waiter, please, whatever the lady prefers, I’ll have’
If I’m not mistaken, your eyes have gathered a mist

Tell me, what are your entertainment interests?
Perhaps a theatre performance or live poetics show,
You like the design-your-own-kitchen model tours
To next month’s Los Angeles Auto Show we’ll go

Have you decided on plans for Halloween?
Ghouls and goblins aside, we’ll choose costumes:
Your Bonnie, my Clyde; My Count, your Mistress
The tingle between Lois Lane and Clark Kent resumes

Don’t have me turn Superman up in here, woman
I’ll wrap you in my cape and fly you away,
To that enchanted place of happily ever after
Where each day is an autumn Pamper-Her-Friday

Far-fetched, think you? A realm of unreality . . .
Such thoughts are simply beyond the pale?
Well, autumn, for me, holds the sweetest imaginings
So, woman, open your heart to this soft sell:

Come, meet me at the corner of Stratford and Maine
Java at Roy’s serves homemade shepherd’s pie,
The quaint five-table roastery offers a perfect setting
The moment you arrive, you’ll understand why

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday in autumn’s midst
Come dine with me, share a little wine with me,
To launch your weekend on a high, I insist
What do you say we meet around 3?

(set your clock back an hour, Love)

_______________

***

What is it about autumn? Romance . . . . -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

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Posted by on October 30, 2015 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 284: ‘Oprah, Autumn, and You’: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (37) Vol. IV

Chicken tortilla

 

“Oprah, Autumn, and You”

I’ve done my due diligence on Oprah and Weight Watchers
Just as I’ve done my due diligence on you,
She’s in, long, to win–her shares are locked
Your Pamper-Her-Friday gift? Woman, I’ll cue:

A tranche in your name: 10,000 at $14 per
My care-for-you advice? Hold patiently to thirty,
And should the dividend be reinstated
Reinvest while she’s there; I’m feeling flirty

How about you? Or is it solely me?
I believe autumn has permeated my soul,
I’ve got a taste for chicken enchilada soup
Could I interest you in a bowl?

Slowly simmered and gently stirred
Piping hot . . . would you blow on mine to cool?
I like the way you do that; are you blushing?
I’m really trying not to drool

I love it when a woman shows a tender view
Deep down, every man is a willing prey,
Not to be devoured and spat out with abandon
Instead, your velvet hand will win his day

Speaking of which, what’re your plans this evening?
After all, Friday at 5 is the week’s best hour,
Leave the confines of the cubicle, close the shop
I’ll make you a cosmopolitan sweet-and-sour

I sense an extended neck massage is in order
As fingers matriculate along the shoulders,
I feel tension knots thereabout and throughout
Let go . . . for mine are the perfect arm-holders

How about a session of cranial therapy?
Starting with circular rubs near the temples,
Fingerplay at the roots yield hair-growth shoots
You like? Uh huh, I see it in your dimples

Yes, this is how I introduce Pamper-Her-Friday
We’ll ease gently into this crisp autumn night,
We can take the town on tomorrow if we care
This evening I want you by candlelight

Shall we raise our glasses for a toast?
To Oprah, to autumn . . . and namely to you,
There’s a difference between living and existing
We’re in the sweet spot, woman, am I on cue?

_____________

***

Pamper the woman . . . in autumn. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

 
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Posted by on October 23, 2015 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 283: ‘What Are You Doing This Autumn?’: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (36) Vol. IV

autumn awakening: image © amaria

autumn awakening: image © amaria

 

“What are You Doing this Autumn?”

Were I to ask, ‘Do I ever cross your mind?’
Have you given thought to what you’d say?
Would you fib or speak unfiltered from the heart?
There are only two options: Yea or Nay

Well, I’m asking . . . here, right now:
Have I entered the security door of your mind?
Why my inquiry? For autumn has arrived
Perhaps you’re in need of an emotional bind

No, no entanglement of the complicating sort
Your things-to-do list appears already in arrears,
Rather, a safe passage into a promising new season
A little pampering compensation for the lost years

How do I know your story? Actually I don’t
I guess I’m surmising on pure instinct,
But you’re not the first to be deprived of affection
When I gazed into your eyes, you helplessly blinked

Something’s amiss about your life, dare I say
Has it to do with the approach of autumn?
Chilly mornings now await your restless sleeps
And ghosts of boyfriends past–you’ve fought ’em

Valiant have been your efforts to keep fear at bay
Yours is a fortress of a defense mechanism,
“I won’t open myself to anyone,” you’ve self-vowed
Exercising your own brand of love nativism

“No Entry” . . . the sign you’ve worn long enough
Your firewall, I admit, is nearly immune to hacking,
But I’m the writer of the rarest software code
My autumn algorithms even have CIA backing

Ever so close I am to figuring you out
A brief study I began through the Starbucks window,
Sitting there, sipping there, alone were you
A periscope capture in motion so slow

In walks a most handsome fall mind-toucher:
“Hello, would you mind if I take a seat?”
“No . . . I mean yes . . . I mean no,” your reply
You awaken from the dream with leaves at your feet

Autumn has arrived; so, too, woman, have I
Selected an extra pair of mittens–just in case,
Simply release the glove compartment latch there
Now ease back, relax, and enjoy the pace

What are you doing this fall, to honor autumn?
By chance, have I ever crossed your mind?
Let’s explore the possibilities over candlelight dinner
No, I’m not proposing an emotional bind

Unless my instinct’s correct: Something’s amiss
How long can you keep my affections at bay?
Autumn is a season of companionship bliss
No better time to begin than Pamper-Her-Friday.

__________

***

Romance lives . . . in autumn. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2015 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 282: ‘Better Than Autumn: Roy’s Theme’: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (35) Vol. IV

image: Autumn in Quebec © numa crouzet

image: Autumn in Quebec © numa crouzet

 

“Better Than Autumn: Roy’s Theme”

It’s my understanding that of them all,
spring is your most favored season,
Well, we managed to evade each other then
Might autumn have had its reason?

Pause for a moment and ask yourself:
What if we lost fall, ignored its postcard trees,
What if it simply left sans notice
Why, whose hand would I gently squeeze?

Near the end of a West Central Park walk
Beneath floating flakes of falling leaves,
Timidly, you; a bit tepidly, me
There’s this image my mind retrieves:

Of when Harry initially met Sally . . . and
Barack laid eyes on Michelle that first time,
When Kanye met Kim . . . uh, well, not quite
But I needed this stanza to rhyme

I sense a smile from the gentle reader
Did you not think I could make you laugh?
A romance scribe can’t be serious all the time
I guess I’m prone to the occasional gaffe

So, too, am I capable of inspiring thought
The kind that lingers after a shared cocoa,
All the better if it begins to rain
Fresh zucchini bread should be eaten slow

To savor each morsel and time well spent
Autumn in no way likes to be rushed,
There’s a patterned scarf I saw in the window
When I mentioned Pamper-Her-Friday, you blushed

I swear, there was something angelic about you
I don’t throw around such a hallowed term with ease,
Not wanting to overstay my popcorn visit
Brevity’s my hallmark, yet an autumn breeze

Is how I would describe our brief exchange
It could very well have been the last,
In the movie, they were to meet at the tower’s top
I was determined not to regret the past

You see, autumn offers the perfect transition
To consider the possibilities of a storybook fling,
To re-meet again, can we repeat within
Our hello to the coming of a second spring

The bell has rung, I guess I should dismiss myself
But let me say what it is I need to say,
I swear, there’s just something about you, woman
Will you come away with me this Pamper-Her-Friday . . . ?

_____________

***

A woman is most romantic . . . in autumn. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2015 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 281: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (34) Vol. IV: ‘Farewell, My Summer Love’

Farewell, summer

Farewell, Summer Love

 

“Farewell, My Summer Love”

Has it dawned on you
We’ve likely said our silent goodbyes?
Has it occurred to you
There’s something lingering in your eyes?

Mistaken may be my imagination
Perhaps they’re wishful visions mine own see,
I gazed your disappearance with the tide
I deposited the letter in the bottle gently

Carefully, precisely I enumerated the times
Absent your company–grateful they were few,
From feeding the doves to sharing hidden loves
That magic night of The Taming of the Shrew

On my forehand you rested your supple palm
For what was our inaugural summer’s touch,
Held it there for a noticeable while did you . . .
A natural impulse–my, did I like it much

For the record, I never required strings
Had you not become my summer to be,
With luck, I’d have fared just as well
But you affirmed there is serendipity

That insists on staying awhile longer
That sunsets reveal their romantic meanings,
Never take for granted their majesty will I
Nor your head-on-my-shoulder intervenings

Why must summer end, my mind foolishly asks
Temporal are the many facets of life,
Passages, not promises, of a chance romance
Serendipity, like enchantment, doesn’t run rife

But I can’t let go . . .

From an endless summer’s final goodbye–
That word I simply cannot say,
So hear me, woman:
“May I have your autumn love now that
summer’s flown away?”

_________________

***
Pamper the woman . . . and romance her in autumn. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

A Romance in Autumn

A Romance in Autumn

 
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Posted by on October 2, 2015 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 
 
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