shots
DS Maolalai

I come out
from the office,
some hours and wine
writing poems.
 
you are
on the balcony –
I pass on my way
to the bathroom.
you are out,
you are looking
at the street.
 
I suddenly feel
very drunk
and a little
embarrassed – this
what I do
with my evenings.
 
your beauty
and expression
and the sunlight
of the sunset
come together,
quite strike me
hard –
 
like being made
to take shots
from a tray
from a host
on an empty stomach
when you've only arrived
at the party.
 
I swan dive
magnificently
backward.