“Last Spring Fling, Can We?”
Is it true you’ve been curious of my whereabouts
The recent weeks I seemingly left you at #403?
Have your Fridays past not quite been the same
Tell me, woman, have you truly thought of me?
Worry not, I didn’t abandon you nor my craft
Not once did you exit the archway of my mind,
I’ve worn you something like a pectoral tattoo
Covered and hidden like a precious Nubian find
I’ve taken care of some tight middles and loose ends
Business matters have selfishly demanded my focus,
Prepping the launch of a new Pamper-Her-Friday project
Would love to fill you in over frappe mochas
Under a storied elm tree in a vast spring meadow
A thick blanket unfurled to its ends over the grass,
A timeless straw basket the secret contents of which
are the most succulent seasonal edibles I could amass
For a final spring fling before the summer solstice
Sends you into the arms of another handsome chap,
My temporary absence perhaps left an opening
Ah, but could another man truly fill the romance gap?
That would exist in all the moments we’re not near
The pampering of you so unique to this writer,
Did you once entertain the notion I wouldn’t return?
Somewhere between a cliff-hanger and a nail-biter
It was only a matter of time to stage the comeback
You had to know I’d regain my pampering mojo,
I missed making the dimples appear in your smile
The sensual way your fingers dance in my curly ‘fro
I’ve missed you as much, woman, can you tell?
But sentiment without action is simply wordplay,
The wicker basket also contains a palm-size box
So forever you’ll remember this Pamper-Her-Friday
Pamper the woman . . . in anticipation of summer. -Rg2
© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®