SKETCH OF AN ABANDONED JOURNEY

When they meet, they drink Grey Goose
And artfully talk about long legs soaked
in bubbling darkness. He looks into his
face like she looks into hers and together
they reach out for each other without
making a move. Then there is snow falling
nowhere. Their talks gray into Polaroid stills.
They return home in a sip of drink, cold still
As a leaf bites the air in its nape. He asks her
“Grow up”. She looks at the moon running
away stealthily leaving the clouds overhead