Lizards

Erin Jenkins

Swanky, ill fitting and

Red light debonair

Smiles stretched across

The full moon table,

Tempting echoes, restrictive

Language boasts crossed legs and

Hand to chin kisses. Desperate

To look intent on, thoughtfully

Somber, fidgety with the idea of

These words doing all the talking.

Corner eye balling and fleeting

Glances of your mouth—have you

Noticed when I talk to you, I stare

At your mouth—cast aside with the

Excuse of a staring problem, though

Smitten when you smile an inner

Rivalry to see, just to see how far

I can push myself

Onto you, zipped down and horizontal

Stars, the artificial glow of

The city, along black water, two

Ghosts treading quickly toward the

Passing clock. It's too late now

To make a first impression, even with all

My inadvertent tendencies and caution with

Clichés, so I'll smile instead, politely insist

Upon a goodnight.