Her red-apple jacket
soon unzipped with the heat.
Crimson lipstick slipped
to cling to her glass.
She devoured his wine
dark as pomegranate seed.
Still he waited in vain for green
from her stoplight heart.

Drinking with the boys

coolest bar in town
Saturday afternoon
two dark-suited businessmen
cellphones and martinis
in hand
week-end daddies
each with five-year old son
in tow

smiling boys climb
on bar stools
lie across the counter
woolly mittens still on
ordering drinks
bartender stays cool
two glasses of milk
sure!
with parasols
of course!
chocolate Nesquik
coming right up!
settling down for the wait
one topples off his seat
shiny rail reverberates
under our feet
bar stool crashes down
on his mighty bawl
sipping my wine
I picture him
twenty years on
in the same position
at my feet
only no mittens no bawl
no yellow Nesquik
on the bar

Contributor: Shisa Poet