Shallow Martinis

Darling thoughts and...
Martinis
with a shade of green
beside tables
near the bar
at the door
looking mean

plopped up in chairs
or next to a pole

"Good morning beautiful!"
and goodbye "hellos"

thoughts so unbled
i can't pull them out
even to have something to sit on
while we talk

yet their slowly melting
and reaching out
from the pores beneath my eyelids
calling your name

But don't burst our trifle conversation
because i'm a martyr
to shallow friends
and acquaintances

and if I have to
i'll hand you my soul
on dead pieces of conversation grins

and make it shine
like a new-borne
beneath those lovely eyes