Amanda

i’m sorry, I just met you
the vodka you spilled
on my writings
made me notice you
your apology accepted
we continue

the blond pony-tail
reminiscent of my youth
matches my desire
as I soak you in
when you speak you look,
not gaze, into me

i watch you as you work
foam and cork. ice and taps.
a seamless fluid effort
of no consequence to you
you shine

your strands of sandy silver
sweep across your face
with a push of your wrist
your green eyes shine
illuminating you
glowing before me

the tap is drawn
with silver-white nails
and a bracelet of white leather
your chocker of black braided weave
and your hair clasp of cheap functional
pink plastic ignites me

enticed and intrigued
I engage you through the direct and the mundane
words, as if this moment our last
although today being the first time
i have layed eyes on you
my Amanda