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.