In a Bar

And when eyes mate across the room
Keen focus plays consortium
Cherubic faces locked, embraced
Their subtleties are finely placed

In winks and fluttered lashing bouts
Drool lips and nods, avoid a shout  
A tipped drink sent in gentle swoons
Of lusty thoughts above the moon

And radiance under the sheets
Where lover’s love to love to meet
And so small glances dance and flash
Across the bars to itch the rash

Both genders play their fawning moves
Each in their way they send their woos
Against all chance in darken rooms
a pulse of fire flies full bloom

This August night among the weeds
bar's bio-light, the lovers feed
and if by chance their woo is won 
entwined they’ll be till rise of sun
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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