A Whiskey Conversation by Cheryl Marlene

A Whiskey Conversation

I think he must have seen me across the room.

I’m not sure because I was surprised when he slid into the chair across and said Hi.

He made effort at conversation.

He laughed, he asked, he tried to enter our circle.

I felt caught and wanted to keep going.

Drawn into his field

Drawn into his charm

Surprised, off guard.

My friend had no tolerance and pushed him away.

Later, crossing the room

There he is with an empty chair and an offer to join him

And I do.

I see in his eyes lots of whiskey and lots of pain.

He dances around and tries hard to entertain at arm’s length.

And yet still find a way to reel me in.

He teases, and he distracts and answers no question straight.

I laugh, I tease, and throw words back at his smile, his lips, his breath.

A challenge he surmises, I’ll not back away.

Again, I’m surprised because so many are unwilling to play.

And as much as I’d like to linger

And follow where this interlude goes

I can’t not in this place of family and friends.

The whiskey seeps out and speaks with his voice:

All of me from lips to toes want to enjoy and feel and release.

No.  Not to be.

Good night.