WANDERING HEART

I think there has been
between us
one of those film-famed
failures to communicate.

When you told me
you were looking for a change
in your love-life
and I encouraged you
to take a chance
and experience new
exotic opportunities,
I did not think
we were talking about
you dating only surgeons.

Maybe I let my wandering heart
get too far ahead of me.
When we were talking loud slash saying nothing
last Wednesday,
I assumed you understood the gist
of my advice
since I’d sent you that poem
entitled “Date a Poet, Jenny.”
Perhaps you thought I spoke in metaphor.

I did not.
And you should not
date surgeons only.
In fact, Jenny,
to avoid any further confusions,
let me say:
You should certainly cease
all others of the artistic ilk,
but poets
should remain on your radar
or, at least,
one should.