four drinks

after one drink,
how charming you are,
polite and at ease,
each word carefully spoken
to praise and please,
after two,
your intellect spills
onto the bar, you may
even stand to offer
an opinion on
anything and everything
near or far.
after three drinks,
your eye finds the button
on her blouse, how lovely
she has become.
you notice how rosy
her cheeks are,
the way those lips form
her mouth,
after four drinks,
wobbling on your feet,
your are asked to leave,
but not before taking
an ink pen
and writing your number
upon her sleeve.