Late Night Romances, and Second Chances

The crew is hanging out, and drinking beer;

As they chill, conversing, in the night on pier.

Chatting aloud underneath moon and star,

About the sexy women, from that last bar.

The evening sky above is without a cloud;

It smiles at the fellas, as they laugh aloud.

The grass is half-moonlit, and half in shade;

And in the evening light is shimmering jade.

The wind whispers, as the friends share a drink,

To its own friend, the water – which is navy-ink.

There the group stands, memory lane reminiscing;

From the evenings perfection one thing is missing…

Bottles opening and clanging, echo into the night;

The high spirits and smoke, all things taking flight.

…Talking proud, underneath moon and star,

About those sexy ladies from the last bar.

Together, but each heart is silently wishing:

It was not the bottles cold lips he was kissing;

But, the smile of the unknown lady he`s missing.

Together, but each “he” takes a moment, to stare into the distance –

Wondering if, for a moment, she`d have been his with more persistence;

And where was his moment of flaw, why didn`t he overcome her resistance?  

And in the span of a thought,

Brought back from the naught…

Each set of eyes returns to the group,

And rejoins the conversation of the loop.

It`s the time of year when football and basketball games overlap;

As time moves along, minor arguments, from tipsy mouths which flap.

One guy sparks up above the rest, not to fight, just overly excited;

His teams the best, playful “Fuck you`s”, a harmless sparkler ignited.

While his normal disposition is dynamite, he is only jesting violence;

Amid his tirade, the admission of “Sshh”, ushers in a high alert silence.

All bodies are frozen like deer in headlights,

All eyes are marksmen behind iron sights,

Sound muffles – is this the sound of predator or prey?

One mumbles “It`s definitely a group coming this way”!

The ranks quickly close, bottles concealed or disposed;

Straight-faced, smiles erased, no weakness is exposed.

Finally, heels and female voices are heard, the scent of different perfumes;

No green smoke cessation, relaxation, conversation, and drinking resumes.

Someone must have got their wish underneath moon and star;

Both sides smile, the dudes and gorgeous ladies from the last bar.

Composed By: A. D.