Hold that thought.
A drop, a drop of alcohol mistaken
To quench the flames rising up inside
My chest, have sped up instead
My thirst, to walk across the room to
Find out your name and fumble mine in
Your eyes...are so beautiful.
So
Help down me shots each barmaid,
Of your no-nonsense whiskey,
Scratchy tequila and anesthetic vodka.
Do these things really happen?
In this jungle world have I breathed
in, the
freshness of a sun-kissed clearing?
I needed just a drop of courage to admit
That when our gazes finally met,
You are so sophisticated,
It was a summons and a bet that
We could be people whose selfnesses we'd
Like to learn and whose flaws we'd
Accept in just a matter of time.
Rhesus, rhesus.
Rhesus, rhesus, jump.
This rhesus is ready to be intubated and
Gelled and shaved bikini-skin-close
By her manicured fingers that now grasp
A martini sparkling blue in
This crepuscular bar.
With temerity I approach while
With alacrity flee my innards tell me.
Am I walking funny?
I blame homo evolution for irrational fear
And rational drive to discover your heat
And wrinkles of youth and missed hairs--
Dare I be such an animal!
Let's ruin each other.
Oh how I want to be built by you,
If you would only drop by my mind
And touch my body drop into your drop.
Drop it.
Hi...
