Drive-thru LoveA Poem by willwebBased loosely on a "Take out food" conversation with AnceThat voice,
almost heaven I sit in my
car enraptured, as if a
song is being sung only to me She speaks
as an angel on silver spun
cloud watching me
from above, protecting
me So melodic is
her tone from this
lighted box of gaily
colored clowns and circus
animals listing the
specials of the day that I can
feel my heart about to
beat out of my chest as I place
my order “Please
drive to the second window,” she purrs
and I can barely breathe “Yes my beautiful
princess, I shall” Pulling up
to the sliding glass I see her,
golden hair, blue eyes Just as I
imagined “You are
beautiful,” I tell her She hands
me my bag, we touch, her skin
like porcelain “I’m in
love with you,” I whisper She hands
me my change, the coins
fall from the most delicate of
fingers "Thank you, come again," she serenades “Don’t
forget me” I sigh as I pull away Reaching into
my bag it now dawns on me, I should
have said, “Don’t forget my fries.” © 2014 willwebReviews
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