Early 2020
Past the discordant noise,
behind the clank of the martini shaker,
past the bar, through the haze of smoke,
behind the stubble of your beard,
past your perfect little ears,
behind the curves of your handsome nose,
past the cool steel of your soft eyes,
behind the smile that comes so easily.
And when most of you
is hidden—
tucked away in the kitchen—
all I see…
is your fabulous behind.