Rhythm and Groove

An empty bar, a quiet drink
With time to think about

The empty space inside my dreamless head

Of words
Unspoken still
As if they never were

The empty space I lie beside in bed

And in my thinking I watched her dance
The silver pole between her thighs
That rise and fall

And still the words
Are left unsaid
No words are wanted now

In darkness thoughts are fought
And thwarted by carnal desire

We shared a glass or more
And toasted chat-up lines
With words well used

The empty space is filled tonight

© JG Farmer 2017

Form: Metrical Lines