school taught me
to flawlessly recite
all the conjugations
of aimer and lieben,
but when temptation incarnate
stands, alone and waiting
to be swept onto the dance floor,
i am useless.
ii.
i can scan verses,
mark meter and rhyme,
and analyze the author's
blood alcohol level
at the moment pen
was set to paper;
but if poetry is for
the wooing of women,
english has failed me
greatly.
as i stand here
sweating.
iii.
courage fails me,
but the girl is a goddess.
with shy smiles
and nervous hands,
she says
hello.
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