Musings, Moonlight and Martinis

I.

“Where are you bb?” Your very first words.

At the end of the night your angel had flown away like a bird.

“I’m here why did you go… without saying good bye?”

Drunk on martinis and moonlight, I didn’t recall why!

You’d already fallen for me.

And, for you, I fell from the sky.

II.

You said we’ll make music together, write poems line by line.

You’ll cook for me, while I pour the wine.

How did you know the way to my heart in such a short time?

We planned to party all night and stare at the same moon.

And when you surprised me with a yacht, how could I not swoon?

I am reeling and feeling something anew.

You cannot die from an overdose of satisfaction, can you?

III.

More (a)musings coming soon.

~Just L (March 15, 2017)

Cocktail Party Conversations: Re-Mixed

NaPoWriMo Day 14: I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a dialogue. 


She: I believe the only love worth wanting and having is that forever kind.
He: You are incredibly old fashioned for a modern girl.
She: I like old fashioned!
He: I don’t suppose you mean the whisky cocktail?
She: Yes, with a cherry, orange slice and canoodling…
He: You are exactly that: Muddled bitter and sugar.

~Just L (April 14, 2015)

Note: Published as “Mixers 1” in April 2015 Blender of Love digest: http://www.loveblender.com/2015april/