Nice weather we’re having
Not that I can see beyond your eyes
But it must be warm
Light sweat all over me
Mouth as dry as the Vegas strip
Not sure what I’m talking about
But you’re smiling so it must not matter
It doesn’t matter to me
I’d stand here with you in a violent storm of hail
Giddy and bleeding
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
A. D. Joyce 
The more I read this poem, the more I love it. A simple title, and then a poem revealing the complexity of what sometimes is really going on beneath so-called small talk. Great work, Adriene!
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So nice of you to say. Thanks, Diane!
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Adriene,
you’ve managed to perfectly describe how we feel when in the company of someone we don’t know very well. Whether it’s a romantic relationship or not, I think we always feel these “symptoms,” as we struggle to make a good impression. 🙂
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So true! Thank goodness these early conversations usually don’t end in bloodshed, though. 🙂
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