Sitting opposite a delicious meal
Spaghetti lips, wet and enticing
The fragrant fumes of a day’s speech ricocheting off your gums and then into the air
Catching at my nostrils
A bottle off the bat
A full one to kickstart the evening
An alien concept, a boy buying a bottle
And not quibbling over price or harping on about halfsies
We sucked it up like thirsty daisies
Mowing the lawn of first date etiquette and conversation
After our tongues played we said goodbye
Then comes the part that leaves me scrambled
A banquet of texts that just doesn’t arrive
The what ifs and waiting
Checking my phone, fully in the throes of dating
Perky alcohol sodden lips visit my dreams
But the phone doesn’t beep or buzz or chime or whine
I’ll text him today if he hasn’t texted first.
talking to my pillow. 