two love lorn writers drinking beers
cheap beer, the cheapest from the tap
laced with tabasco sauce and lemon
two broken sets of eyes telling stories
asking questions without lips moving
a connection or at least the notion of one
two bodies side by side at the bar
the warmth of presence so satisfying
longing for one another in silence
fingertips flirting with skin
while sound is spoken dripping with
simultaneous words of warning
to stray far away...
...from their poisonous hearts.
