Maneuvering Vallarta’s sidewalks without a care in the world,
My bar owner friend beckons, “Come over here girl!”

“Lori this is Mark, Mark this is Lori”
Certain she had launched a great love story.

I’m a sucker for all seven types of artists;
With destiny did I make a tryst?

Perched on the barstool breeze at my back,
Heart full, plans ahead, I have no lack.

Swearing off dating a musician just last year,
Anticipation hangs in the thick, warm air.

Seduced by confidence, and sound of his laughter,
Can sharing a glass of wine turn into ever after?

~Just L (NaPoWriMo, April 2, 2019)

 NaPoWriMo 2019, Day 2 Prompt: write a poem that resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.