A Lot Like Love — Bar Scenes

Cocktails from across the room, glasses raised,
Melting-brown eyes wearing a wry smile holding my gaze.
Coordinates etched in red lipstick adorned with cutesy emojis.
We looked an awful lot like love at first sight, easy-on-the-eyes and eager-to-please.

Makin’ way to my table in a comical swagger,
He stretches out his long arm to take mine, accentuated with a Rolex so dapper.
I give my wary limb to him as a token of alms,
Utterly missing his name over the loud conversation that’s sprung between our palms.

We sit four feet apart not knowing how to close the distance or what to say,
Neither breaks the silence, indulging perhaps in this somber power play.
His lips part slightly, my fingers fidget for something,
Lost for words, we untether our eyes away to a clamor of glasses jarring.

“What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“Not callin’ for attention.”
“Sweetie, you picked the wrong place.”
“Or maybe, I picked the wrong day.”

When I saw you, the air between us was blazing,
With fireflies that set my heart racing,
The more we spoke, the faster a hurricane was stirred,
Blowing out the fiery flame between us — a cataclysm that can be only brewed by words.