discreetly
the lies drip from the tongue &
the hidden life is behind the eyes
just far enough out of reach
that the conversational partner
cannot grasp the monster just a few feet away from them---
the talk goes on this way &
it may lead to other things,
since the night is so young &
one drink can lead to another,
s/he stands next to the bar
enveloped in the story,
letting a little more of his/her guard down
with every quick gulp---
this is how it all begins,
as we put on our best face to make that
best impression,
other do the same with only a list of
savage promises, just beneath the
sexy exterior---
the cologne, the perfume
intoxicates,
the closeness & the heat from one another
makes the room seem so much warmer than it is &
the beating of the bass
pulsating in the veins
competing with the heart inside the
soon to be victim,
and the night is so young,
s/he may even get another one before
sunrise.