discreetly

discreetly

the lies drip from the tongue &

the hidden life is behind the eyes

just far enough out of reach

that the conversational partner

cannot grasp the monster just a few feet away from them---

the talk goes on this way &

it may lead to other things,

since the night is so young &

one drink can lead to another,

s/he stands next to the bar

enveloped in the story,

letting a little more of his/her guard down

with every quick gulp---

this is how it all begins,

as we put on our best face to make that

best impression,

other do the same with only a list of

savage promises, just beneath the

sexy exterior---

the cologne, the perfume

intoxicates,

the closeness & the heat from one another

makes the room seem so much warmer than it is &

the beating of the bass

pulsating in the veins

competing with the heart inside the

soon to be victim,

and the night is so young,

s/he may even get another one before

sunrise.