On The Street Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Here we meet
On the street,
Again,
Unexpectedly.

You look shyly askance.
Glancing now and then at my pretty profile,
As I study the western sky,
Waiting for a sign,
Wondering whether to go down this road,
Yet again.

You smile,
Unable to contain your pleasure
At this pleasant surprise,
In an otherwise gloomy Tuesday.

I grin,
Amused by the glee in your cheeks.
Here we go again,
I say inwardly,
And take you by the hand
And lead you home
To our bed.

And there we rise
From our own fire
Like a two-headed phoenix,
From the ashes of our separate pain,
To a new start,
Yet again.