Bikini's in Shame

She was busy with you-
Pants.
Breathes.
She did converse with you-
Sips coffee.
Throws away the cigar's filter.
She smiled and did it again-
Gets a paper.
Crumples it.
She stood beside you-
Offers a drink.
Sighs.
She was dancing with you-
Flickers a smile.

Whistles.
You serenaded her with your look-
Shakes her hand.
Asks for another drink.
She kissed your hand-
Goes inside the C.R,
puts lipstick.

You held her hand,
stabbed her with a look-
Sits,
Stands-
disturbed;

She sashayed her butt-
Looks at her bag.
Reads her text message.
You asked her for another-
Opens her wallet.
Sees a picture.
She willingly agreed-
Dances.

Cries.
Pants.
Breathes.
Cries.
Dances.

You sat in the corner-
Sips from the bottle of vodka.
Smiles.
She approached you-
Screams.
Holds his hand tightly.
You dragged her away from you-
Kisses hardly.
She slapped you-
hands wrapped around his waist.

You held her face before yours-
Armies invaded the colony.
She begged for another-
gave you another chance-
Everybody's enraged with excitement.

That was enough.
Glances the picture-
a family.
Music off.
Lights on.
Clothes put on.
Open door.
Closed door.

Solitary-
rugged ambiance,
Jeepneys' absent,
Moon's in gloom.

Skies in darkness.
Red bikini's in shame.
Pride's aggravated.
Hands of shame behind body's in flame.