In a Bar

And when eyes mate across 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