Shivers “Poem”

She is a perfect bar-tender the way she moves her entire body pouring drinks

When I asked her for checkout she said, “Would you like to check out rw or rather wait a few minutes?”

I shrugged my shoulders

She wants me to stay in the bar longer than I expected

She give me shivers

With such perplexity I am sitting in the bar looking at her at every opportunity

What now? Should I ask her for number or what next?

I am tormented by her soft smiles and silence

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s