Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #255

Hey, Buddy
by Belinda Roddie

Hey, buddy, kiss me before you take off
tonight. The whiskey's still bright on my tongue,
like a flame leading you like a shy moth
to my mouth. You're my friend and number one
in life, so why not sprint to first base with
me? I know that you're blushing underneath
that thatch of red hair. Just let the words slip
away and let our bodies make the speech.
C'mon, buddy, this night is made for us.
Let's grab a bottle and find a hotel
where we can fire our big new romance up
before the morning comes. Yeah, I can tell
we can make this way more than friendship. So
let's do this. Our parents don't need to know.

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