Bartender, Olive Another!

We met at the olive bar
She preferred black
And I, green
We traded stories like
We were merchants of the sea
We talked about how we cook,
Our favorite cuisines,
The wine we drink,
And how raindrops on eaves
Calm our souls

As if on cue
A warm breeze
Takes it’s seat between
That which is “we”
Candles flicker
Hearts tick quicker
Blood pumps
Lips ajar
Mouths salivate

Hey are you gonna eat that last olive?

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