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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

I like this cogs... it has a natural flow, an easy romance!

Hip hop poetry! Well done. I like it.

lol virgil... i guess back then it would have been called bebop. thank you sophia, it's tough to make a simple jazz beat.

"Chopstick" as a verb, and you pull it off so wonderfully! Great job!

i was thinking her thin fingers reminded me of chopsticks (probably cause of the menu and food). thank you for reading everyone.

I love this. Simple, lyrical, ravishingly rhythmic. Very impressionistic too; it paints the scene perfectly and the words makes the action glide. Excellent!

I read On the Road and it naturally reminds me of the Beats. Who wouldn't like this poem?

thank you jersea.

Very figuratively presented and your choice of words have vivacity