Slow Gin Fizz

i had been feeling pretty good
lately
and i met
her
at a bar
not really looking
for anything
just sitting there
drinking
passing time
counting ceiling tiles
fingering the peeling varnish
from the counter
sucking at the ice
in my frosted glass
building patience and
defending myself
we talk
and she is nice
kind
witty
and sexy
she radiates confidence
with girlish charm
she walks me
to my car
and as she is talking
starring at me
i think to myself,
"kiss her you FOOL!"
and i do
it is sweet
soft
moist
and delicious
i do not go home with her
the first night
and on the second night
picture this
sitting in a dark room
with the television on
as her cat rubs against your back
her dog is laying on your feet
everything is warm
welcoming
cozy
comfortable
my boots are next to her heater
my hat
on the doorknob
cigarette dangling from your lips
as the smoke dances in front of the glare
up towards
the ceiling
out
towards the window
into the frosted night air
gin mixed with tonic
sans the lime
sipping at it
inhaling smoke
sipping at it
and looking around
thinking
"life is pretty good right now"
beautiful girl
next to me
vices in place
maximum comfortability
i put out my cigarette
take one last sip
put out the television
lay down next to her
and sleep nicely
the three of us
her
me
and
the
dog.
and
beauty
in simplistic form
is beauty
that does not need to be planned out
but happens
rarely
involuntarily
and when surrounded
by horrible smells
horrible people
horrible everything
these small moments
twist your brain