Buying a Bottle of Wine

As I walk
into the little
Island wine
shop the smell
hits me.
Fresh coffee
and spices.
The wine shop
sold everything.
The isles so small
only one person at
a time could fit.
I picked out my
tea and then moved
to the coffee.
I felt eyes on
me. I looked
up and into your eyes.
Hey. When did you
get in? you say.
Oh, Just yesterday.
I reply.
So are we hanging out
while you are here, You ask?
Yes of course we are.
I reply.
Well I am going to shop and
I will call you this week
and we can hang out.
I say shifting by you
in the isle.
You are smiling at me.
That smile that gets me
into trouble.
I go to the last isle
to get my wine.
You come around the
corner.
I am picking out
a bottle of wine,
that would warm
me and taste good.
Make me feel
good and
make me
 just laugh.
hmmm?
What should I buy?
As I look in your eyes
I think to myself
do I really need this wine?
Smiling
you say to me,
how about right now?
You know hang out..
you ask.
yes.
let me just buy my stuff
and we can go right now.
You take my hand
and pull it up to your
mouth and kiss it.
Good thing
I stopped to buy
some wine, I said.
You take my things
up to the counter
and pay for them.
I stand there
thinking should i go?
You turn and say to
me..Hey, You coming?
Yes....
Why ....Yes....I am.