The bartender slowly, and smoothly
stretches the lever, slanting and
admiring her as she
is swelling into her glass figure,
filling to her waist, stopping at
her sternum. The bartender
sets her at a standstill,
giving her a few seconds
to struggle. The customer on
the opposite side,
waits for her mood of spiraling from
black, to shades of browns,
and tans,
subsiding when her sweet, yet
sharp foam
is perfectly settled, waiting for
the suspense of the
first sip.