I caught a bird

I caught a bird
with a peculiar beak.
She chortled and chirped
while she sat by my table
and as
she flitted around
with drunken abandon
I admired her until
I reached out,
caught her,
and took her home.

She slept in my bed
and we talked until sunrise
in a conversation I cannot recall.

The next morning I took her
back to where I found her
and popped it into drive and
pulled away.

A bittersweet morning
after a very long evening
with a very peculiar bird.

Do ya?

Do ya think we could ever make it happen?

You got a style on ya like a hurricane,
high pressure zones
up
and down
and
deep.

You dirty martini!

Smooth as vermouth
you permeate my
senses
and oh
how I feel like a king when
your body in plain view
appears.

Give me that bad one,
that one with the slick leather
lascivious
lip licking
ways.

Fox,
vixen,
villain,
these are the things that come
to mind
when my thoughts
glide
to you.