Rich slurps as he
extols the virtues of
Neruda around
a sharp Merlot tang
breathing pavlova
and too many reds
down the plunge
of your gown
I make watching
a virtue
replacing
apparent indifference
small smile
vague nod
along a wire thin
throb of conversation
Catching your eye
placing it
on the table before me
trying to stare you down
We dance in and out
amongst
the dirty plates
and smeared glasses
a chicken bone
of contention
lies greasy
on the pristine table cloth
The music
too loud's
across us
an up swell of sound
drawing you
a charcoal impression
onto my napkin
Later
I will bring you
crinkled
out of my pocket
to
kiss your black lips
your smudged eyes.
3 comments:
very nice!
I love the ending. it's sort of creepy and sinister somehow, but very cool.
is it possible to be sinister and cool at the same time?
lol
Totally, I often go for sinister/cool with my writing *grins*
I was hoping for sort of deep/intense lol
but sinister/cool will do
hehehe
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