perils of greasy calamari

<p>(from my collection 'A Distilled Spirit)</p> <p><br></p> <p>'perils of greasy calamari'</p> <p><br></p> <p>he didn't so much kiss her from across the bar</p> <p>than he devoured her face;</p> <p>the calamari i'd just eaten</p> <p>tasting even greasier on my tongue.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i swear if he kissed her one more time</p> <p>i'd push my fingers down my throat.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p> <p><br></p>