Scarlet Hat

Slow summer evening infused with petrichor,

I sit dreaming into the neon lights past the glass door..

Walking in with unpretentious heels to get your poison of choice,

I’m woken from my stupor by your husky order voice..

As I look up from my notepad I’m struck by your scarlet flower hat,

Face hidden from view I only get to admire your svelte silhouette..

The mixologist taking their own sweet time,

Hums the house tune as they prepare your cranberry mixer with lime..

As you start to gently jive on your stool to the same light jazz beat,

Your swaying teardrop ruby danglers make me skip a heart beat..

Mesmerized beyond control I try to think of words of banter,

A distant wailing siren matches my swift steps up to the counter..

Our eyes meet and we prolong our furtive glance,

With the change of tunes I ask you for a slow dance..

We swirl around in front of the empty bay your smile radiating so bright,

Engrossed in our steps we surrender ourselves to the vagaries of a wet summer night.

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