I awkwardly sit on the stool
next to you,
trying not to flash too
much leg in the process
but our knees bump anyways
producing a brief shock.
Dumb dress.
I take the glass you offer
and clink it gently against yours.
"Cheers."
I can't help but notice the third
sitting near your elbow.
Score a point for you.
Swallowing, I take a breath,
and haphazardly beat out a rhythm
on the rim of my glass.
"I drum."
I answer your previous request,
a smallsmile on my lips as
your eyes grow wide.
They are amber
like the brandy
and I wonder if it's
a coincidence.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoetryYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
