I shiver (longing)
for a sign
for your cue
for bat of eyelash
for glimpse of teeth
for parse of lips
for ice to break.
I daisy-petal,
picking hope and no,
I truth or dare before
you leave, explode
and cue:
“Please marry me”
Today it’s Quadrille at dVerse, De is hosting and the word is cue, 44 words, come dance, bar opens soon.

A rushing, frenzied, nervous Q here, but aptly so. 🙂
🙂
Marry me….what a delightful end! I hope he/she says yes.I love the first stanza – all the postures.
How can (s)he ever say nay after all that shuffling of feet… 🙂
Oh, my. I love that last stanza so very much. “daisy-petal” as verb. Sigh. Perfection.
Somehow nouns as verb are so fun to do…:-)
Nice looking for a cue to give one hope to propose.
Nice verbing – daisy-petal. Very lovely, the whole thing. It’s nice to be thrown by the new use of a word as a verb. Great fun.
A lovely proposal.
I just love the hint of anxiousness in this quadrille!❤️ Such a sweet and sensuous write 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Sounds like desperation, poor guy. Sometimes it is hard to read people’s cues and just what are they thinking?!
How sweet. I especially like this:
“I truth or dare before
you leave, explode”
P.S. I like the hidden “Being Cute” in the title. 🙂 Ooh, and now I see a sneaky “shiv” in your first line too!
These are my favorite lines:
“for bat of eyelash
for glimpse of teeth”
… They’re best when they come together, don’t you think?
Ha.. and the parse of lips
Yeah, but “parse” is not one of my favorite words. It’s too close to “parsley.” 🙂
Ha.. I actually like Parsley too… goes so well with tomatoes.
Ew. Parsley creeps me out. 😛 But tomatoes? I’m all over those … especially with cucumbers and onions in a nice vinegar dressing.
With parsley that’s called tabbouleh
Stop trying to shove parsley down my throat, man! 😉
But that is a great word. Much cooler-sounding than the “p” word …
Such dancing around without social cues made worse by not knowing if ring-around is wanted.
Waiting for that que to offer love. The nervousness came across quite well.
shaky fingers daisy-picking. Love it!
I love the way you built up the anticipation, Björn, and I especially like the effects of the lines:
‘…for parse of lips
for ice to break.
I daisy-petal,
picking hope…’
and that final explosion of the proposal!:
Oh my! I really hope she or he said yes. After such a lovely poem, it sure would be disheartening.
She is appropriately cornered. Sometimes it needs this kind of strategy!
Hank
I hope your protagonist is not rejected!
The nervousness in your longing ‘for ice to break’ travels all the way through the quadrille and if this is in any way real I hope for a happy outcome :o)
Ahhh…she loves me…she loves me not….all cued at the fall of a petal…Is love so random?
The quick proposal would part lips in surprise…might drop a daisy too! Very sweet poetry 🙂
Oh lovely. Love the adventurous word-play.