Downtown I espied
a new antiques shop.
Curiosity piqued,
I had to stop in
to find what it means.
You were there behind the counter
just counting beans
on a glass display case
filled with new antiques.
You asked
how my day's been,
I replied not bad. I asked
how were your nights?
You said oh
not
evil or anything.
This seemed wholesome
and a good thing to clarify. I thought,
you're not one of those mind-reading
psionic Templar witches are you?
You said yes.
So I thought very clearly and carefully
only in words, hey, wanna go out?
You beamed yes.
But seeing I didn't get it (apart
from the smile) you said it
aloud: yes.
So as it was getting well
up quittin' time anyway
(I'd timed it just so)
we took off up the street
to the savage bistro
for a bite to eat
and some chi-chi drinks.
Conversation's a bit
one-sided, though
so you say,
so I think.
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