By Susan Shapiro Barash
Greenwich Branch
I
In the restaurant she is whispering in your ear.
She is climbing onto your lap
She is touching the rim of your shirt collar
She crawls into your arms to explain she is leaving.
She takes your heart between her palms
Rolls it, licks her lips
You are shouting at her,
What do you want, what do you want?
The place empties out
Only you and she and the chairs.
She dances around you.
II
After you have gone this last time and the door is double locked
She rocks herself to sleep, tracing your face where there is nothing.
Congratulations to a fellow Greenwich Pen Woman. Susan is also a member of our Poetry Group that is part of our Letters group. We meet once a month to share our poems together. Thank you NLAPW for featuring her beautiful, spare poem here.