"Friends, Lovers, Drunks, Lend me your Beers!" William Shakesbeer

Well, the invitation to join you good folks was a wonderful surprise. In honor of the occasion, I offer you fellow drunks or poets, which ever you are, a poem. And it even has alcohol in it for your Drunk Poet theme!

The Last Saturday Night as Friends

Late one Saturday
you brought a book to read to me,
an exchange for dinner
since you rarely like to cook. It began
with me pulling ingredients
from the pantry
and even some spices
which we couldn't really afford
in those days. You read
parts of poems to me and something
inside me smiled, warmed
like the watery whiskey we drank to loosen
our edges at the end of a long day.
You danced when I turned on the radio,
your drink in one hand, you other arm
twirling with some semblance of grace
while I tryed to tap the pots I used
to cook to the rhythm of your love.
Your dancing proved more interesting
as you took my hand, lifted your drink
to my lips and I sipped,
until you poured too fast, spilled
on my white t-shirt.
I'll never forget you setting
the glass on the counter,
freeing your hands to to take me
two stepping, turning tight
across dirty linoleum squares
in my small kitchen. You whispered
something inaudable into my ear
but no matter
you told me all in the look
on your face,
the water gathering in your shiny eyes
and the gentle kiss I waited years
to feel, never knowing
it was you all along.