Something rude to the sun today,
something sadistic in July -
slapped another shade on my shoulders.
I still feel those eyes on me
from across the table,
across my empty plate,
fire in my mouth from Thai chiles
and from owning him in that moment
Auburn eyes blank and hungry,
his conscience locked up in a basement somewhere
I gave him a chance to wake up;
he just rolled over.
To the women's restroom
to taste my waiter;
to my knees
and to a perfectly deep mouthful,
the sounds of the rest of the restaurant
busy with their own - plates steaming, not even dreaming
that I'd have him, a lovely someone
on my tongue-tip -
complementing the pad woon sen.
So many flavors at once.
Desperation goes with anything.
eyes snapped together
he groaned, satisfied
and the order-up bell
did its dinging outside.