It’s the way things aren’t mixing right
and powder spilled over the bowl…
It’s the way clumps stick to the spoon
and dirtying three while stirring…
It’s the way I blush wondering
if people would eat the cookies
if they saw me behind closed doors…
It’s wanting people to like them
and offer the high compliment
of a stolen second helping…
It’s the way baking reminds me
of so many clumsy first dates.
I called you silly names
to try to catch your eye
and played your silly games
while thinking myself sly.
I used to snap your bra
just to watch you jump
while the things in you I saw
made me swallow back a lump.
I carried all your books
to prove that I was strong
and complimented your looks
because I wanted to belong.
Now looking back, it’s plain to see
all the changes that you made in me.
I brought you some fresh flowers
to try and make you smile
but you made me wait for hours
and they wilted meanwhile.
I took you out to supper
and we sat out on the deck.
You ordered the lobster
and stiffed me with the check.
I asked you to the theater
and paid the way for you
then waited by the greeter
because I couldn’t pay for two.
And watched you walk out hand-in-hand
at the side of another man.
I saw in you a vision rare
lighting the contours of your face
beneath the canopy of your hair.
There was something in your stare
that compelled me to give chase.
I saw in you a vision rare.
That wink and smile, a sultry dare
that made me want to stand and race
beneath the canopy of your hair.
I approached without a care
to all the jealous in that place.
I saw in you a vision rare.
After an evening beyond compare,
you pulled me into an embrace
beneath the canopy of your hair.
Now, I say, we make quite the pair
sauntering to our own pace.
I saw in you a vision rare
beneath the canopy of your hair.
A (wise) man of two faces 