Our shopping cart
has become
our walker
as the clouds
that cover us
get wispy,
and all our
yearnings
are falling
through,
so to perk up
that lonely meat,
we’ll need
a good
bottle of vodka.
Meat is prepared in a variety of ways,
and the menu tantalized
with descriptions worthy
of a well written mystery novel,
leaving us both
unable to decide.
Then you smiled that appetizer curl
of your succulent lips
tempting me to want
what you had ready to serve,
leaving the waitress
an empty booth.