honey i won’t go swimming (if he’s been in the pool)

she was a stark raven

perched on the barstool

ready for

the kill

and she had stone blue eyes

under the darkness of her night sky

above her sweet smile

and draping past her ears

this one

was the deathwatch

sniffing for fear

and she was a sultry sneer

with white teeth

and such defined lips

as we danced

the sweetest tango with out banter

and she smiled with the appetite

of a thousand panthers

i bought her a drink

because i never slink away

from the devil

and my curiosity is too rooted

deep inside

to level

i envisioned a cigarette

she lit me up and sucked so gently

on my gaze

as we talked of all of our days

hinting at the night that we might share

and possibly where

like the steamroom

or the bars moonlit pool

or maybe castaways on some deserted beach

in some timeframe far out of reach

slowly

then

it was her skin

on my mind

just between her soft

breasts

And the white button shirt

So unkind

four buttons down

connected

and suddenly these dreams

were erected

of the two lovers there

in the dark dusky air

of a sweet

summer night

ocean breeze

with the candle lit beach

and your skin within reach

but waiting

for the moment

to indulge

when he walked in the bar

your mood backed to the wall

your look scurried so far from my gaze

and the lights in your eyes

snuffed themselves as you tried

to arrange for me not to notice at all

so like your mood

my dreams jumped to the wall

and there will be no moonlight at all

for there is one simple rule

for birds perched on this stool

i won’t go swimming dear

if he’s been in the pool

so i tip my hat to that moon

sorry to part ways so soon

and dear you really

should see a doctor

soon