Tiki Bar

With ambition
The tiki bar’s ‘tender
Takes cold mint leaves
To gently crush them
Into a glass for my mojito

I see his mood elevate
While serendipitously gazing
At my languorous gyrating form
The island music changes from
The daytime’s manic mamba
To the sensuous
Sunset rhythms now heard

Giving me my drink
His eyes and smile linger
Just a moment longer
To watch
One cool drop of condensation
Slide down from
My glass to
My fingertip to
My clavicle to
My solar plexus

Hands raised high
Above my head
I smile sinfully
Letting the swing
Of my well tanned body
Before I meld
Into the impromptu parade
Of dancing bodies that pass by


National Poetry Month – Day 8

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