By erin (o_my_luve@hotmail.com)
Date: 28 March 2000
chronicled
Across the table
you tell me I am beautiful.
Over my third drink.
You order me another;
you pick up the tab.
"Are you drunk now?" you ask.
I respond affirmatively
(with what I hope is a flirty giggle).
You say "good," and smile back.
I want to kiss you, but don't.
We leave in five minutes,
and pick up your girlfriend from work.
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