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A Stranger With Charisma. A Poem  

yesmamallthetime 56F  
4465 posts
10/7/2018 11:07 am
A Stranger With Charisma. A Poem

Where are the sweepers?
The men who can sweep
A woman off her feet?
Hit her with emotions
She never saw coming?

Is there any man left
With that kind of charisma
Like Cary Grant
Or Richard Gere
Or any actor
Playing James Bond's character?
Were they just
Hollywood's rendition
Of leading men
When it came
To suave seduction?
Do men have the ability
To make women swoon
In reality?

I can attest to a few
Stranger moments
Of men who had a gift.
The man on the midnight train
From Boston to NY
When I was around twenty
He was not overt
In his actions
In fact he explained
He had just left a rendezvous
With a woman whom
He had a long distance relationship.
They sadly both knew
It would probably be their last.

I can barely remember
What I looked like
I probably was dressed well
My hair was probably
Of shoulder length
With a slight wave.
After all It was the eighties
I might have been
Wearing makeup
Or at least lip gloss.
Oh and earrings.
Then I really
Liked that accessory.

This handsome stranger
Asked to sit across from me
The seats were somewhat taken
I did not think it suspicious
Of a come on
But I can profess to
Butterflies fluttering
In my stomach.
He really resembled
The actor Tim Matheson.
Tall, dark hair
With blue eyes.
He was talkative.
It was pleasant
Not at all overbearing.
He told me about himself.
He was a salesman
For Siemens.
He was from Pittsburgh.
He told me his name
Which if it was the truth
Was Felix Miller.

Should I have said that?
I mentioned him in
Another poem I wrote
About traveling by train
How it should be an alternative
To driving and flying
For various reasons.

That long ago stranger
He was getting off in NYC
I was continuing on
To Philly.
So he had a suggestion
Could he massage my hands
To get me to relax
And possibly get some sleep.
Ah! It was a friendly gesture.
Remember he had just
Left his girlfriend
I was not the greatest looking
I was just ordinarily pretty
To be perfectly honest.
And so he sat next to me
And administered
His kindness
That I will never forget
A hand massage
That he might not
Have thought erotic
But it was haunting.
It made me think
That they do exist
Handsome strangers
With charisma
Who have nothing to gain
But have plenty to give.
Too bad nothing has
Come close to such an act
In the following decades.

The sweepers
They could take some pointers
Be kind to strangers
Don't be overt
Act nonchalant
You will leave an impression
That says this man
Is not a jerk!
That he has a heart!
That he can be debonair
And suave.
It's true Felix Miller
Resembled a movie star
But had he not<b> engaged
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And been thoughtful
Of my need for rest
He would not have
Haunted my dreams
For decades.
Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
yesmamallthetime 56F  
11278 posts
10/7/2018 12:47 pm

 To be honest when I started this poem I didn't know where I was going with it... And then I remembered my train companion and just how incredible it was. Lol Do you think I should have said his name in this poem? There are a lot of Felix Millers. I was never able to find him.
Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely


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