Well, she walked up to me
& she asked me
(nicely)
if I “...was
dancing? ”
And I grinned:
“Why, are ya asking...? ”
And she smiled:
“Well, actually
my name is Miss Asking! ”
“No? ”
“Yes! ”
“Nooooo...? ”
“...Yesssss! ”
She almost purred.
She was perfect.
I was the cat who got the cream!
Me! How?
(don’t ask!)
“Ask me some more! ”
I whispered to her
as we tangoed
across our dreams
and realised that the shortest distance between two people is a
...kiss.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/asking-miss-asking/
