Margarita Evenings and Dark Coffee Mornings

Margarita Evenings and Dark Coffee Mornings

Memories rim-glazed in salted moments

of hands that exfoliated the heated spaces

touched by the one who wandered

both aimlessly and purposefully

into some private places

Juices sipped through salted lips

smiles and slightly inebriated kisses

garnished with a wedge of joy and

 sounds of sighs and laughs at reclaimed

moments and near misses

Sunset a voyeur to the entangled dancers

twilight russet in the universal distance

a cocktail of passion in a village

of lost shakers and wasting away into

 the myriad of second chances

Dawn shakes and stirs and another round

of dark-perked sensual liquid explodes

flowing down hills and lush warm valleys

washing away the salted remnants but a tall cool

margarita evening never erodes

Dark coffee mornings wear nothing but knowing smiles

and a drop of cream to colour the brew

steam rises from strong folded hands, a heavy cup

holds the sensual inhalations that appreciate

refreshments that are sweetened anew.