I Wonder

I wonder if we ever get to be
born back in the ’50s
will you adore me in my
hour-glass silhouette,
softly rounded shoulders,
nipped-in waist and voluminous skirts,
feeling like a princess?
will you ask me out for a date
and proudly bring me
to a local ice cream shop
share a giant banana split
with lashings of cream
swimming in hot fudge sauce
then we can talk, look at each other
as we take another serving
this time, on a cone
then maybe, just maybe, we can share
not just an ice cream, but our first kiss
in between our melted ice cream cones?
then we could snuggle up
at the drive-in theater
and watch Aubrey Hepburn’s “Roman Holiday”
let’s end the day, in a parking spot
staring at the night skylines counting stars
and looking like a pair of
crazy teenagers

I wonder if we ever get to be
born back in the ’50s
will you be brave enough
to ask for my hand for marriage?

For Sadje’s WDY