Poem -

Hard To Get

Hard To Get

I was sharing a table with bottles in a bar
My sober self was slowly losing its hold
At the brink of being devoured by liquor
My eyes went on excursions of glances to stay steady
She put up no fight to flee when our eyes locked
She wouldn't look away when I looked away
A brown brunette, few metres opposite in dim light
Full-figured like the empty bottle before her
The sparkling diamonds locked between her lips spoke
They begged "please don't let go of the gaze"
The gin in my gut evaporated through my groggy eyes
The dimness around her diminished
She was as bright as a beach in the moonlight
I was pulled into the luminescence
Invited by her warmth
I introduced me to her; she unexcitedly did the same
Her smiles were miles on their heels
Her doors were opened; her windows, closed
She pushed as I pulled
What abrupt transition from the tropic to the temperate!
Lured into a cold warmth
I was back to my table after the wild goose chase
Her smiles grew wider as I drifted further
I was a player in a game which played me
For every grin of hers, I gulped a gin
I sank the brusqueness into the sea of drunkenness
Drank till her image evenly blended with the dimness around her

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