(At a crowded table. Mojitos.
Indoor springs of electric lights.)
I think if how people are
like mountain pools.
Illuminated is the not-so-pure
ascorbic silt of our years,
the mint, a weed that, turning,
uncovers our secrets
at midday lunch.
(Talk)... All babble
lapping against bare, grinning rock.
(More rum) White water churning
above spiralling currents.
"So, how did you two meet?"
(a too-knowing smile).
I feel a trickle right between the eyes.
"At work."
Okay, so I fell in love with his lips.
Even before he kissed me.
Perfectly.
We're having a fling.
How about you?
(Watermelon martini and laughter)
By Marissa A Scott
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