Fantasy Poetry posted October 14, 2010 |
Is she real or a dream?
Martini
by uptowngirlchef1961
a life lesson from another's life
Morning his desk was overflowing displaced files heaving stacks of mail the product of an overworked fax machine and everywhere pink pages of unanswered messages what to do with all these papers now that her heady scent was everywhere? There was barely room for one martini glass deep blue with three olives on a crystal stick He had never known such a powerful thirst words like slake and slay danced in his head confusing him mocking his efforts to offer himself to her It was quite clear she did not need his help she had climbed atop his desk and here she sat last night's laughing tender darling little whore shredding the satin ribbons of her dancing shoes and twirling the beads of amber and topaz that decorated her chest Perhaps if he squinted he might see her better was she fair or dark? a sleek cap of auburn hair and green green eyes He thought her lovely a pose of something distant like a wish... She had not existed before the first martini he drank the third martini from her shoe draining every precious drop of gin while chanting her name over and over whispering reverently the song of his new mantra. What must he look like so early on this the morning of his longest night? He said her name again and again. it was a sing-song tonic that made him cry out He must find a way to keep her all to himself he could write his name across her thigh scribble a bit of a heart behind her knee cover her in an avalanche of pink papers or keep her hidden beneath his desk Now he wonders what shall he do how should he begin one more time? |
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