He came to pick me up

tall athletic blond blue-eyed

with green sports car and dinner jacket

high society stuff.

You're gorgeous he said

and immodestly I agreed.

 

We spent all the party-time entwined

dancing touching talking kissing.

Then snail-like home and said goodnight

lustfully intending to go much further

after his threatening exams.

A few weeks later the doorbell rang 

and being unpresentable I peeped out.

What a wimp! I thought. Who could it be?

Then saw outside a green sports car

but the door stayed firmly shut.

 

Had it been only the stars the music

the champagne and the jasmine-scented garden?

How unfaithful our perceptions are!

How deceiving is a summer night !

The door was not flung  gladly open

He didn't have the magic words

What might have been was not.