From a walk-in combo pantry and bar
He poured me a tumbler of chilled gin.
I drank—he showed off his dad's caviar.
We peered back at our childhoods from afar
Then tumbled together skin-in-skin.
Written for Poetics — First Times — at dVerse Poets hosted this week (for the first time) by Fred Rutherford, whose beautiful prompt post includes the most atmospheric description of the Poets Pub, it's spirit and community. I wrote about the predictable "first" in the cinquain poetic form.
Image: Loss_of_Innocence by Never_let_me_go, via InVitr0 - The Talent Incubator (check out the artistic video announcing the latest call: Loss of Virginity)