He saw her, and knew he had to meet her,
this elfin girl with bobbed hair
and an oval face.
Eyes as big as saucers, and lips,
sweet jasus, her lips.
What's your name?
Helen, she replied.
Of Troy? he blurted foolishly.
She smiled, and her smile
seared into his brain.
Have coffee with me?
I don't know you.
You will, by the second cup.
You sound so sure.
I am. I am.
Only for coffee?
For now.
And later?
Later is later.
Now is now.
And I have to tell you -
What?
I love you.
You're mad.
You're to blame.
Me?
Yes, you're so lovely.
I have to go, they're expecting me.
They?
My parents, for dinner.
Not yet.
I have to.
I've offended you.
No.
Then you don't have to go.
I'll phone them.
What can I say?
Tell them, you've fallen in love
with a madman.
And you won't be coming home,
ever.
You are mad.
Yes I am.
I love your madness.
Sanity can be so cruel.
Where shall we go?
Where would you like to go?
Anywhere, with you.
Are you sure?
As sure as I'll ever be.
I don't even know your name.
What would you like to call me?
Beelzebub?
And you'll be my, Lilith.
Are we going to hell?
Probably.
But heaven first, I think.
jerry hughes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brief-encounter/
