On a patio

The Future Sound of London: Papua New Guinea

On a patio
Where all the tables faced southeast
On the shifting creak of weathered wood
She sat while
Whispers of Fitzgerald
Slid across the night air
She was
Beauty cut
Chiseled fierce
Intense eyes longed
For the connection
A release
For the clutter traffic
trying to shout down
the perpetual
boiling desire
Within
Loning for escape
A break
From the unending
Second act
Knowing full well
The dip of her neckline
Soft slide
In the rise
Of the moon so full
So ripe
Waiting
Wanting
Longing
For the next
That would follow
A quick kiss stolen
Where he could pull her
Toward
The soft caress
Pressing
Hot, strong
And
In the song
The burning flame
simmered