By deevaa deevaa@paradise.net.nz
Date: 2 August 1999

his promise

his promise
to surprise me

arrive at my office
unannounced
ask for me by name
at reception
and be escorted up lifts,
and through swipe-card 
protected doors
to my desk.
Flowers in hand.

his promise to surprise me
lead me by the hand
into the lift
alone.
press the lift-stop button
taking me by surprise.
Literally.

Then he plans
for us to run -
breathlessly,
to the car.
To my house.
To my bed.
To my heart.
To take me by surprise.

and I hope he 
catches me off-guard
and then keeps me.

His promise to me.
If things don't work-out 
right.
With her.