07.24
No one knew about my love affair with him,
the bottle of champagne I hid in my desk
drawer at work, waiting for me to crack it
open against the file cabinet like a
woman in a big, floppy hat christening
a new ship that was about to sink away.
No one knew how I kissed a bottle of Bud
before bed, its rim cold under my chapped lips.
He stayed with me many nights, on the nightstand
beside me, getting warm the way I liked him
so that I could kiss him good morning again.
Yes, I hid my passion for his taste so well.
But then he cheated on me with my best friend
Sue from next door, visited her one cold night when
her husband was gone and she was so lonely.
He came the first time in the form of frozen
margaritas from my own loyal blender
and he just never left after that first time.
I don’t like to share my lovers or mixed drinks,
but I loved him way too much to let him go.