You Kissed Him In Front of Me

You didn’t notice my tears. As you both kissed each other like two lonely plungers who just escaped from plumber’s solitary confinement, your eyes open and wander up. You didn’t look across that banquet hall with my feet planted against wood polished tendencies. Its creaks motioning time towards yellow-signal identity. As my breath declares sudden death against lake’s dripping reflections… …you didn’t think to set your photo album on private. Advertising lust wrapped in pretentious cloak sewed in recycled fibers of “love”. With ignorant enablers speaking chic-flick tongue, “Oh My Gawd! I’m so happy for you! I wanna ovulate!” As I, put my head down returning to this moment in time, I had to let my song…cry. Lenny Williams begins to exude “cause I love you” chorus, as I walk towards bar sensing your seductive retinas stroking against my Latin swagger. Your ring finger chained by 3 carat, naïve cut, diamond motions an intense, streaking caress against wine glass filled with Zinfandel sin. Because you know I am your addiction. Your diabetic lips never forgot that taste of my brown sugar. But, you didn’t notice my tears. I wish you had. For all this time, these tears were of joyful splendor. Because solace holds my hand with candlelight warmth. Slow dancing with my soul in mystery Salsa sway. While you stand on home plate, holding your 2nd place trophy, with 3 strikes against you. A reminder that my heart, was flexible enough to dodge a bullet. © Drake J. Eszes