Tuesday, May 5, 2009

i look at you
behind misty glasses,
i watch the dewy drops
hurry down, bumping each
other in the process
like fat teardrops
dripping, fast, faster
then slows down as
they reach the bottom
knowing there's nothing there
to catch each lonely drop
from my angle, you look
a bit tinier than you
really are, less intimidating,
less threathening, almost normal
like i could reach out my hand
and you'll take it
like i could touch you
and not get burned
as if i could tell you anything
and the words won't get
thrown back at me,
you look relaxed, laid back
i should say something now. . .

i lift my glass
a small salute to you
and your perfection,
the amber fluid, frosty,
cools me, dampening my parched lips,
pouring on my dry throat
exciting, refreshing
i should say something now. . .

i smiled at you
my speech prepared
but you were looking the other way,
ahhh, here he comes,
i would have given anything
to see your eyes light up
as it did when he walked in,

and there i remained seated,
watching you move towards him,
as i wipe away
the liquor's bitterness
from my mouth

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