SPEED DATE

He's in the pub

When she walks in.

Romeo's slow realisation of a grin

Rises over the low hum

Of background chit-chat.

His pulsing drum

Marks the tap of her dancing gait,

And his soul sings.

A chink of glasses rings around

A bubble of laughter

From revellers crowded conspiratorially,

Pop-picking party tunes.

Their classic jukebox ditty

Rouses an anthem

They sing along to.

Romeo's heart serenades her

And his eyes shine intently

At how lightly the air turns crisp and clear

As she drifts within reach of his touch.

Amidst the hops and rye,

It's almost too much to resist

The urge to blush his lips

On her Strawberry Kiss.

Romeo catches his breath, and inhales.

The scent of her radiates

Sweet eroticism

Regales brighter than

The illuminated concentration

On a pint sipper's brow,

Focused on the quiz machine poser.

As his mouth waters at her aroma,

Romeo moves a tad closer.

She'd sink him to his knee

If he weren't propping up the bar.

Hers was a far cry from those

He'd seen of late in this place.

Licking his lip

At what awaited him

And his jackpot hot date,

Romeo bravely embraces fate

Just as his Adonis mate

Throws her a line to hook and sink her.

Reels her in nearer

With an accomplished smile

And a juniper treat.

Her hand brushes Adonis and sweet victory

As her real chance for true love

Is frozen by the moment.

Gone like water through fingers

She's lost from our Romeo's grasp.

His shoulders slump, his demeanour changes

And as Cupid's bow bares no favours,

He graciously accepts defeat and retreats.

But for a fleeting last glimpse,

In consolation, our Romeo thinks:

"She's probably a slag anyway!"

©KizWiz

January 2013