WE'LL MEET AGAIN.

[dadio]

We’ll meet again she said
but you never did

at least not
as she had meant

as once before
but through a window

of a florist shop
where you were buying flowers

for some other woman
whom you thought

you loved
with passions hot

and thoughts crazed
and there she stood

gazing in
not seeing you

and you looking at her
standing there

remembered the time
when you and she

had almost made it
to her bed for hottest sex

when you heard
her parent’s car

pull up in the drive
and car doors slam

and feet on gravel
and rushing

to put tidy clothes
in disarray or half removed

and she blushing red
like a bottom spanked

made haste to button
undone buttons

and zip up zips unzipped
and all before the key

undid the lock
and both of you in shock

made fast
your footsteps down

the stairs with faces flushed
and unbrushed hairs

and looking at her then
in the florist shop window

all proper and prim
you wondered

what it was
that made hot fires glow

then in short time
burn out or sadly dim.

[theirishsea]

Another great narrative poem.

Lines that I stumbled over are

to put tidy clothes
in disarray or half removed

I think "tidy" is part of a verb-phrase (put tidy) and because of that it works. It is unusual in the way it is used here but correct. Normally I would think tidy is an adjective modifying the noun clothes but that doesn't work. You can't let the standard view alter a correct view less taken (as Robert Frost might say). Don't change it. I like it but I wanted to point out my initial reaction.

Again I reiterate----another magnificent narrative poem.

[dadio]

Thank you, irish, for taking the time to question and comment. Happy New Year.