Spring Cabana

About a lovely person I will probably never see again.

Like a holiday in a person 
The ultimate diplomat 
Gilded with tweed 
Won the Euclid and the Fermat 
Child prodigy 
And a perfect gentleman 
A perfect gentleman 

You were Atlantis 
when I first met you 
I was so terrified 
that I couldn't impress you 
You were so perfect 
So beautiful 
You smelled like flowers 

Had to know what the smell was 
What flower? 
Where are you from? 
What are you?  Who are you? 
A breath of fresh air? 
An angel, a fairy? 
A devil, a liar? 

You packed up your Viper's tongue 
Your lyre 
Your childish analogies 
It seems you have a taste for 
skinny pale intellectuals 
with unusual but not improbable hair colours 
And now you're in Florence 

Did I scare you away?

Reviews

[SyberRose]

I enjoyed this poem as we all can relate to this kind of encounter...SyberRose

[Naomi Bloom]

Thanks!

[steppenwolf]

Interesting encounter and well-crafted.

[Naomi Bloom]

Thanks!