April 5, 2015
He gets drunk off a nice red.
She gets drunk off his attention.
So as the serum starts to kick in,
his wandering eye is sobering.
She’s radiant in her Sunday white,
but a lady in red has lured him.
She could sip to numb the sting,
but tries a beckoning gaze instead.
He wishes she’d join for a moment
to appreciate God’s creation,
but he dares not invite her
and send a blow to her pride.
The impasse is brought to a halt
as her hand caresses his shoulder.
He turns to her slowly and says,
“Don’t mistake my eyes for my heart.”
- amelia simone
(Image: William H Johnson, Café)