poetry on napkins...

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

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Shaketa Copelin's picture

DAMN! That poem was soooooo tight! I loved it!