Invitation

Can we go somewhere quiet

Where we can exchange verses over a cocktail?

You can tell me your stories, your truths and your dreams. I can tell you about my flaws, my fantasies, the way I push against the very seams of myself.

You can tell me jokes and get me to smile.

All the while I’ll be thinking of witty things to say back.

Ways to charm, hoping that it works.

Hoping that I’m right

That this isn’t an ill-guided flirt

We can talk for hours and close this place down.

“You ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck up out of here”

They’ll yell and we’ll smile and apologize.

Our eyes will break their trance and time and space will realign.

In front of us will be a door, and behind that the future.

What it holds for us there’s no way of knowing.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. When are we meeting and where are we going?