Drops in the Sea
The street is silent
And you would never guess
At the madness behind that small, black door.
I walk in
And the sweet splendor of the quiet street
Is shattered like a martini glass.
No heads turn
No eyes dart upward.
I am no more than a drop in this raging sea.
A wall of clinking crystal
And colored liquid
Beckons with a sly finger.
Alcohol has never liked my tongue,
So a glass of simple water
Is poured by practiced hands.
A cheap paper umbrella
Is dipped in among cubes of ice,
A joke long-since emptied of humor.
But I laugh anyway.
I maneuver myself
With precarious shoes
Onto a well frayed bar stool.
A sweet, pleasant cologne
Fills the heavy air,
Masking the previous scent of liquor and wine.
I throw a quick, sidelong peek.
That hair, that face.
So familiar…
I sneak another glance,
But so did he.
Too late, no hiding now.
Eyes that I know are green
Become funny colors
In the changing light.
A compliment is tossed hastily into the air.
I suddenly feel hot in my glittering dress
And adjust it a little, an excuse to look away.
He asks if I want to dance
And I try to say “I’d love to”
But just smile and nod instead.
Song after song
In the flashing lights
And somehow we both know them all.
But suddenly his face is close to mine
My hair spilling onto his shirt
Those eyes, so deep, but gentle
And he’s singing along again
But this time it’s different
He’s singing to me, just to me.
I feel uncertain but pretend that I’m not
I merge his breath with mine
I bridge the gap,
And for some reason he doesn’t break that bridge.
My feet burn like lava
So he carries me upstairs—
There’s an upstairs?
I want to rip off my agonizing shoes
But he does that instead
With a much kinder hand.
The music is not so ferociously loud
Up here in this moonlit room,
And the song is soft and melancholy.
The midnight breeze that flows through an open window
Is frigid and stiff
So we stick close together.
I know the words well
But I let him sing them
To me, just to me.
The darkness is peaceful
Like the empty streets below,
And that pleasant cologne still tickles my nose
As he sings to me
Just to me.