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A Staples encounter


I walked into your store
when I set my eyes on you, I felt this electricity 
I felt a connection
Normally I am self-contained
Only moving into action when I follow my gut
Your eyes were hazel
Your skin was light mocha
Your smile was infectious 
Your voice was low, subtle and sweet

“I need a slip cover for my Mac.”
You went to the back and brought out an entire bin
I laughed, “wow that’s a lot of stuff.”
You helped me look, but now I was trying to buy time to see your smile, your beautiful face
Your sweet tender voice trailing in the early morning hours

“To bad no covers, they’re to small”
and you said “Size doesn’t matter”
I was struck by your comment
“I agree and I have personal experience.”
You laughed a shy smile…
I was leaving and looked back and waved good bye, so did you.

Now my heart racing
Thoughts on fire
I want to know this man
This sexy, shy, cute man
What to do…

I arrived at McDonalds 
which is two blocks over
I said “I will Google the store and get the number, I will take a risk and let him know how I feel.”
Ring, Ring, “Thank you for calling Staples…”
and after worrying about how many options there were, 
I was not sure I get you on the phone

But finally, when someone answered
It was you, I can tell, it was your voice.
“Hi are you the guy who helped me try to purchase a cover for my Mac?” 
“Uh, yes, yes it’s me, how can I help you.”
“Uh yes, I don’t know if I should be doing this, but it may be an inappropriate question, hmmm are you gay?”

You were silent, it sounded like you wanted to say yes, you fumbled over the phone, not sure what to say, I can hear it, the hesitation and then you said “I’m sorry I don’ think I should be answering this question over the phone.”

 

“It’s okay, I completely understand, if you like I can give you my number and you can decide if you want to call me and we can talk, silent hesitation…”It’s okay if you yes or no, I won’t break I just wanted to let you know I was interested and attracted to you.” 

“Uh” silent and fumbling again with your words, you were so sweet, I felt somehow you wanted to say yes….”Sorry no, no, thanks take care.” “Okay, you too.”
At least I tried…now I can’t get him out of my mind.


 

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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