i have those funky images
where we are in a bar
it is summer and the bar
is floating on water
you are there...
why write a poem
if you are not
your fingernails are red
and you are drinking
...we are are drinking
your drink is clear
and potent like a poem
about your kiss
you slide that drink off
the napkin and blot lipstick
perhaps it is lipstick that
you don't use now, but
there will be your lips
on a napkin
next to a clear, potent drink
and while you tell a story
i will be in a trance
fixated both by the lips
on the white, next to a clear drink
and the sensual casualness
of your mouth as it spins me around
yet another tale of your life
DAMN! That poem was soooooo tight! I loved it!