They can't help it.
Her big diamond ring
clinking against her cold, sweating glass,
ice cubes dancing playfully
like the drunk by the door.
They migrate mezmerized,
an alto awakening
from a within
they were unaware of.
A bright light surprised
and seduced them,
and they ignited from the inside out
as you dropped a clever half-beat.
Charmed,
hey nodded in agreement
and rhythm
and God's fingertips are sore
from speaking through strings.
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