who needs a menu
when we've got champagne
your thin fingers chopstick a thin smoke
that your lips hug deliquescent
knee jerk flip of my light
toward that smile,
out of sight
ruby red, pearly white
'neath the dim, vintage light
enter mister big shot
in his fine tailored suit
social heft thrown all around
seems a spotlight makes him glow
he's the hit of the show
as the girls gravitate
cigar rings make them wait
thumbs down, i turn around
to your peach satin gown
with a v-neck going down
auburn curls as a crown
pearls at each lobe, weighted down
doubled up, matching pearl laces your neck
hoping that we'll never ask for the check
it's all cool
with the mumbling crowd
not as loud as the sound
of your screaming green eyes
our hands touch as our pulses intensify
and our lines come naturally
champagne and our chemistry
conversation is jazz to me
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