The Moment of Uncertainty

Where will you be spending the night?

Are you impatient,
with breath raking over
cinnamon-candy-apple
coated lips?

with thoughts tangled up
in ripples of blue cotton,
flirting with pinstripes?

—or, perhaps?

—you yearn to be
released into the night,
to leave me in the rearview,
castaway among stars
and streetlamps.

I grip the corked bottle,
the long stem glasses,
and take one, final breath

before finding out.