It was a day like any other day.
It was a day like any other day
The day I met you on that little street
In Enniskerry?, with its clichéd French café
And you were flustered because they had no seat.
You looked to me, a perfect stranger, in dismay
Your eyes bubbling and open, no deceit.
In your lady’s eyes I was the matinee
Idol, a promise, a validation of your conceit.
That one day he would come and so risqué!
(I was wearing shorts , runners on my feet.)
You broke my stride. I was an athlete gone astray.
What could I do but answer your eye’s appeal.
I was the one, in your mind’s eye, sent to obey
Your every wish, every command, every caprice.
Blaze? Passé? Mais Non! We find, we keep.
You found, I keep
Me, the flame.
Always. Bobby Buckley. November 2013.