Loving Adonis – from the Poetry archive

Galeazzo was late
He was always late
leaving her sitting at a bar or coffee shop

She vowed she would wait
just twenty minutes;
no longer would she feel foolish
and desperate.

Galeazzo the Adonis;
how she prayed to the goddesses
to curse him
with the longings of Narcissus!

Oh Nemesis!
As he looks at his reflection
in every storefront window
let him suffer eternal heartache!

Galeazzo of the short brown curls
lashes of a woman
lids, when closed melding
into perfect high cheekbones.

Oh how she hated him!
She would nurse her latte
twenty minutes just for the opportunity
to rage.

Who does he think he is
this acqua gio?
recalling the smell of him.
David standing in Florence?

At the clubs
every woman wants him
and every gay man
Fortune smiles; he hits on her.

She was definitely batting
above her average
out of her league
“What is he doing with her?”

After awhile she knows;
just another notch on his shooter
Some dreams die hard
when you’re playing over your head.

And while he faded
out of her life, lost interest
moved on she wept, feeling used
burning incense, chanting curses.

“You’ve got mail!”
Coffee tomorrow at ten?
Usual place?
Best. Galeazzo”

She knew he was reeling her in
as a finger caressed 
but could not push delete.
“Hi! See you tomorrow!”.

Over coffee she would face
beautiful Galeazzo
have the last of many words,
feel so much better.

And then he was there
only thirty two minutes late
just as gorgeous
always perfect

The eyes of every woman
turned to follow him
wanting him
and then he smiled at her

And in his gaze she knew
she was lost; a puppet
rising halfway from her seat
forgetting every curse.



About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Loving Adonis – from the Poetry archive

  1. Jennie says:

    So sad, and it happens to women far too often.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. beetleypete says:

    Love never learns the harshest lessons, sadly.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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