October 26, 1987
So you say we write of love
And things most poets think of
But not about any specific day
Well in that case I have
Something to say about today
October 26, 1987, a Monday
Unlike the one you hate to
Recall that "Bloody Monday"
All I had really planned
Was lunch, soup and a sandwich
Everything's on the table
Candle lit, ok, I'm ready
At the door you stood
I opened it, and couldn't
Keep from saying
"Damn you look good"
You smiled "All for you m'dear"
Followed by "I love you"
And a kiss on my ear
If I ever had any doubts about us
They melted in the heat
Of the afternoon
You love me, I know you do
And god how very
Much I love you
I knew you would have
To go back to work
So I never asked
But you chose to stay
A decision for which
You'd probably have to pay
But at that time we had more
Important things on our minds
To slow dance, something
Of the utmost importance
And feel the heat
Our bodies create
For this is a Monday
I'm sure you won't hate
We lay in each other's arms
Laughing and loving
The hours away
I knew the time would come
When good-bye we'd have to say
As I watched you leave
I smiled at the thought
If I could erase that "Bloody Monday"
Forever from your memory
I'd replace it with today
October 26, 1987, a Monday
A very good Monday
10.26.87
Author's Notes
This was written the day after "It Doesn't Matter" and I was still sick. But at least this time, I had the house to myself when Wolfmoon came over. She ended up taking the afternoon off to be with me and it turned out to be a great day.
But about 8 years before, there had been a day that she referred to as "Bloody Monday." It was pretty much the day from hell for me.
Wolfmoon and I had been best friends for over a year at that time, when she decided to tell me that she was gay. I was still deep in denial about being gay myself, plus, I felt that she had ulterior motives, like being attracted to me.
I had gone out on a date to a Doobie Brothers concert the night before with a guy who wanted to be my boyfriend, but I had still been in love with my ex-fiancé at the time. At the concert, I had bought a T-shirt and was wearing a zip-up sweatshirt over it that following day and Wolfmoon asked to look at the shirt. I hesitantly unzipped the sweatshirt and barely showed it to her because the whole time I kept thinking she just wanted to look at my tits, which pissed me off.
That, plus all the doubts about my own sexuality, sent me off on a quest to prove to myself that I wasn't gay. I cut all my afternoon classes and ended up having sex with my ex-fiancé that afternoon.
Wolfmoon had never let me forget about that day and how it made her feel, that I had run away from her and into the arms of a man. So the poem was basically an attempt to replace that bad Monday with a good one.
