Tuesdays

You and I, we met on a Tuesday night.
It was just a typical day for you;
For me though, our encounter shed new light.
Amidst the crowd, found that special place
Where we hear giggles; go in without a trace.

Here, I crave for what is in my reach.
Sitting in the corner with exclusive view,
I get to choose; his face is sweet as peach.
Between whispers and stares, we speak truth;
And I become Eve, tasting the forbidden fruit.

After some sinful flirting here and there,
At the break of dawn we are through.
You're a handsome mistake I needn't repair.
Sense my grin as I lit this cigarette?
Tuesdays got me smiling now, damn, I don't regret.

— Nicole Bataclan

Nicole Bataclan is a freelance writer based in Zurich, Switzerland. She is also the author of her own blog – The Writings of Nicole Bataclan, where Tuesdays first appeared. The Bar None Group thanks Nicole for her continued support.