Name on a Napkin

Wine stains bloom across satiny napkins

Upon which lie

Lazy scrawls

Of minds heady with lust

Hints of sweet cherry infuse into the air

As desperate lovers engage in shameless affairs

Burying their hands in each other’s hair

Too consumed to think of despair

I pity their beloveds who stay back at home

Waiting like hopeless fools, forlorn

Wondering what’s keeping them from coming back tonight

Unaware they might be kissing somebody else under the cloak of night.