In an ambiguous toast with myself
I clanged together two glasses
Held up a memory,
So she’d have something to remember me by
One full, a favorite wine of white
The other empty, of prudence on rye
It sure tasted better
Rolling off my face
Yet what have I done
insincerely?
What have I said
In disorder?
She put my common sense
in question
And my maturity
into perspective
As we spoke to each other
over the music
As we saw each other
Through the darkness and flashing lights
A preferred wine
Over involuntary and trivial conversation
I wanted to drink from this high ball glass
Rather than wax a hollow heart
Or wipe away at two teary windows
A Pinot Grigio
Over my own machismo
To satisfy denounced ambition
Toward the sex of opposite
To relinquish the desire of solitude
She stared a hole through me
My sadistic sarcastic tangible tone
My impeccable deflective
……..manners impeachable
She tipped not her glass or the bartender
But a splash into my face
And I watched her pony tail dissolve
Into the darkness
As her ambitions preceded her frothing crotch
To the next bar stool
As she sought one
With whom she may place her apostrophe.
As I licked my cheeks and chin and fingers
Enjoying the remains of my favorite wine
MBE