Humid night in June

Under an ascending crescent moon.

Fingers twisting her matted hair behind one ear

Pulling it all to one side

Leaving a shoulder bare.


Her beauty is crescent

And I, drinking my beer

Looking at one bead of sweat

Dripping down her cleavage.

Her crescent smile

Her crescent kiss

I cannot make her full

Or lyric and all right

This humid June night.


She talks of a relationship waning and waxing

Like a bad tooth needing to be pulled.

The waitress is not so oblivious,

Keeping my beer glass full.

Categories: Poetry

1 reply

  1. Glad to see you found time to publish new work. Always love to read your work thanks

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