The Moment of Uncertainty

What is it to be?

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

Are thoughts dancing lightly
over ripples of blue cotton,
and flirting with pinstripes?

or - ?

Perhaps I should
lead you to your taxi,
step in the rear view mirror
and blend gracefully into the city,
lose myself among the streetlights
and stars.

I grip the bottle,
the long stem glasses
renew my smile
and take one more breath

before finding out.