Olive Juice

He grounded his demons,
To your room he said.
Last night you came out to play
But tonight I'm playing with my angel instead.

Olive juice, sweetie, he said,
As he blew cigar smoke in the air.
He rested his hand on my thigh
And talked about the lottery and running away.

I love you, my darling, I said,
And played with him the if we're rich game.
I stared at his beautiful moonlight hair
Wondering if my wings would withstand the waves.