You can see him in the shady bar,
leaning over the woman with Corona on her breath.
She's sprawled on the table, shirt gone,
arms folded under her head and when he comes, she gasps
her back arching as her teeth bite into lime.
A nervous giggle comes from the crowd as he reaches for
the zipper of her too-tight jeans. On her crotch is a
dragon--its wings stretched wide and its eyes desperate,
as if it wants to fly away. The man ignores the dragon's pleas
and settles down, his chin resting just below as she
shivers and squirms under his breath, her face twisted in surprise.
He pours the salt on her breast, the tequila in her navel,
and waits for it to drown the dragon and dribble into his mouth.
And then the shot. With one motion, he moves up her.
The tequila, salt, lime are gone. And then
nothing..........................................................................................
The woman gets up, the man staggers off,
and they can't look each other in the face--
not without feeling the alcohol warm their cheeks
or the crowd's laughter burn their ears.
Another woman strips off her shirt,
while the forgotten couple moves away for more beer,
desperate to drown themselves
in the hot summer sun.
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