By deevaa deevaa@paradise.net.nz
Date: 27 October 1999

Maybe

I'm enjoying our banter
the quick-fire retorts 
back
and
forth
back to back.
take ten paces.
(play hard, but play fair)
spin.
draw.
aim.
fire!
my eyes sparkle 
as you make me laugh
my fingers flying over the keys
and then you make me 
catch my breath
by telling me how pretty my smile is
and that your looking at my picture
yet again.
I blush
and hear the cheeky grin 
in your typing
you know what you 
are doing to me
(and you do it so well)
We spent 4hrs chatting 
the hands of the clock just fly
(like my fingers on the keyboard)
and then you phoned me
YOU phoned ME
in New Zealand!
and the dollars add up
as the hands on the clock race
and you say I'm worth it.
I quip that if we didn't spend so much time on the phone
clocking up dollars
on your account
you might be able to afford
a ticket
and you tell me how much one costs.
You
went to the travel agent yesterday
and maybe
just maybe
in January
I know better than to get my hopes up.
had them shattered one to many times
but your sexy 
LA-French-Italian laugh 
teases me with being a cynic,
and I say
we will see.
you have to have me you say
your artist mother 
approves already
and I laugh nervously.
maybe.
and soon your clock has tick-tocked
5-o'clock.
and its time for you to get up
rub sleepless eyes
splash cold water
to your warn out face
go to work
ride off into the dawn
do what ever it is you do 
and I'll meet you 
in the ring
for more sparring
whenever

Maybe.