"So, What do you do?"

The red is poured

into the two glass bowls

That sit on crystal stilts

"Secretary," She glazed over

He just stared at her tits

They drank

the blood

It drew them closer, somehow

"And you?" She mused

The restruant was lonley

The dates were

the only diners

"Pilot." He lied

A dish fell

it shattered the string of calm

music in the air.

The dish was not rescued,

the busboy had left early

She flipped her hair

He chewed a toothpick

And they both thought

of the one that got away

They drank their blood

that brought them together

lonliness