The Ghost of Sazerac

Theirs was the event of the season.

A Gatsbylike affair.

The tree was always grand

with an inappropriate

and lewd tree topper.

And there he stood.

He had an exquisite flair for clothes

and his eyes trapped mine

in seconds.

I could not look away

from him.

But I did look away. And I walked as far away from him as I could. I walked past the dining table. Beautifully set with crystal and China. Through the kitchen pushing through where everyone was gathered. I couldn’t breathe. Move aside, I wanted to shout,

couldn’t they see I needed air.

I walked out to the patio.

The lights in the trees glistened

and the band was playing a New Orleans melody.

I asked the crisply pressed bartender for a Sazerac

I drank it like water

suddenly, as the drink warmed my blood

I felt his presence without turning.

Something touched my waist

something soft traced along my hip

fingertips soft and wanting,

I knew it was him

while inside my heart opened up

to his touch

to his fingertips on my skin

yet at the same time

fear gripped me.

Who is this stranger?
Who is this man?
And before I knew it

he was gone

his back

softly fading beyond the trees

into the Mississippi river

and like a vision

he no longer

existed.
Yet in my mind I knew he did.
Written by Christina Strigas & Maria Barrett

M. Barrett is on Twitter as @nola_geurl (Nola Girl) check out her Twitter. She writes poems and stories.

This poem is based on a true story.

I had such an exciting time writing it with Maria. It was sheer delight. Check out her Twitter page.
If you would like to write a collaboration with me just email me at christinastrigasauthor@gmail.com or find me on Twitter. I will be running this collaboration series for the next two months.

Hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading.

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