Table Manners

I tried to tell you

On a hot humid night

Where the beer blazed so bright,

But I couldn’t.

The throbbing desire to kiss

Was killed by modesty

Or good table manners,

I’m not sure which.

Maybe, quivering uncertainty

Douses ardour’s stitching.

 

So here it is:

A wish expressed in a poem,

As all poems to some extent are.

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