It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our writing prompt is the word close.
***
and you’re still
here,
sipping
the same martini
stabbing at its
soggy olive
with a limp toothpick.
Juke box is off.
Lights are on.
It’s just you
And me.
Then you whip
It out.
très petit!
Laughing,
I dial 911 —
you run.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is