Set the Mood
Oh how beautiful she is,
Sitting across from me at the bar.
Red lipstick stains her glass,
And she felt my stare even from afar.
I stood up with feigned confidence,
And approached her to say hello.
Upon arrival she held up her finger,
Pressed to my lips she whispered, “No.”
She took me by the hand and led me to the back,
I was confused and followed quiet.
Walked into a closet and she locked the door,
Whispering in my ear, “You need only try it.”
Temptation was thick in the air,
And I yearned for something more.
She pressed her lips softly to mine,
And my body pressed hers against the door.
Quickly the lights flicked on to reveal,
Upon the wall scribbled, “Amor enim omnia.”
For the love of all things confused me deeply,
And it struck me that this woman was insomnia.
Yes, she was not actually real,
For this bar was all just in my mind.
An exploration with metaphorical phrasing,
With loose rhythm and shaky rhyme.