LOVE Poem: A Dozen Daiquiris, by Matthew Roberts

Listening to “Hey Sandra” by Medium Build

I know you love those Daiquiris,
so I offer to buy you a round.
One, two whatever you need to forgive me, babe.
I’d buy a dozen if you would just turn around.

I know I’ve done you wrong.
I ran my mouth again, with no regard for the consequences.
I do it more often after some long necks, girl.
You know how I am.

I never mean to hurt you.
God knows I’m an idiot, because he made me that way.
A few too many cold ones, and I think I’m a tough guy.
You know how I am.

Aint no harm though right?
We’ve been here before, you forgave my mistakes.
It’s just this time you have that look in your eye,
that makes me worry that the ice beneath my feet is cracking.

I hear it over the juke box, playing country songs.
I hear it over the shouted conversations,
the accusations and the raised voices, babe.
Can I change your mind?

There’s ice in them Daiquiris,
enough to plug the gaps.
Damn, its cold enough for hell to freeze in those eyes,
now the love has gone and won’t come back.

I know you love those Daiquiris,
so I offer to buy you a round.
One, two whatever you need to forgive me, babe.
I’d buy a dozen if you would just turn around.