The simple things

Taffeta pirouettes in the front hall mirror,

Nervous hands through your hair,

You've been here past an hour,

Waiting for your renaissance man.

But he's stuck meters down the road hun,

A flat tire, gas that needs changing,

Car on the blocks,

His spiffy suit ever so damp from perspiration,

Oh but he's still perfect, worry not…

You needn't look to these shadows.

…His beautiful mouth will still spout soliloquies,

Incandescent speech to light your eyes,

Courtier's hands to smooth your brow,

Smooth the ruffles in your skirt,

But honey, he's still stuck on the freeway,

And sweetheart, this rain is ruining your dress.

Come inside darling.

I'll go grab a towel.

Let's drink something to thaw us out,

So we can sit warm by the fire,

And we can laugh,

At how peculiar life can be.