So, what will it be,
he asked,
while looking at me
with his dark black eyes.
Uhm, a Gin Tonic,
I replied shortly,
without even realizing
the words that were coming
out of my mouth.
I always order
a fucking Cuba Libre.
It's always
a fucking Cuba Libre,
but it seems
tonight
isn't like every other night.
YOU ARE READING
the gin to my tonic. (poetry in English)
PoetryPoems about love and other feelings humans have.
