Stare on (poem)

I saw those bubblegummy cheeks
gazing up in the skies and sometimes directed
towards my drunk self
mocking, engaging, cascading
leaving my upswing of thoughts
in turmoil,
and my soul dusted the old committments
for a while
thinking of all that which should not be
occuring to a stable mind
but who would call a three drinks down someone
who is lusting after a facade of a dream

The stare continued
at first I thought either I was hobnobing
with a day dream at 11:49 pm
or was it someone young?
giving her some imaginations
of the wildest kinds
I looked behind me
and the tables in the bars were empty
when I came back to looking at her
the grin became all the more stunning
and mischievous perhaps

the attention my mind got
and the heart and all the rest
was not surreal or a fantasy
it was right there, in front
not going away until I succumbed to
one more drink
and grabbed one more day dream
of lust and downgrades of all kinds

One more drink and the
mental arithmatic accepts this
and I say, “stare on”
as I will not be able to experience this
again,
in this flare-up intensity
I am on fire and does it enrage?
Yes, it torpedoes the physical
and the emotional
and what I get is
those bubblegummy cheeks
yet again and again.