Bar Butterfly
As if to dare fate...
Possibly courting disaster...
i paint the town RED;
Enebriated by the--
Flashing eyes of strangers--
i havn't yet met--
i ask for another round--
Of the same;
Sitting on my bar stool--
Of desire...
Legs dangling in temptation...
i size up the quarry--
Through a smoke-hazed room of 'Questionable';
Never allowing myself--
One thought of yesterday...
Or you;
The Essence
July,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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