He's open to alternatives
She's a friend of a friend
And he meets her at the local
First drinks hesitant
Conversation colloquial
She has big thighs
He's thinking she's pushed
A few kids out between them
She says she's single, childless
He backtracks in his mind
Ok she's got no kids great
But what she didn't squirt
Between her thighs might colour
What comes out of her mouth
So he gets the first round
And to his surprise
The conversation turns
To the role of socialism
The aesthetic of Nazism
And he is engaged by another mind
Which disturbs him immensely
Hadn't expected to feel this way
Yet there she is vivid and sure
Arguing over who should pay for drinks
She on lemon lime and bitters
While he sinks pint after pint
They discuss the value of art
As the bar staff stack chairs
Lights on full and music gone
Them struggling to find the exit door
Is she more than a random friend?
Even out in the street
Their breath frosting
His mind keeps wanting
This night to never end.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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