Twilight. A man immaculately
clothed stands at a
balcony, looking
on a lush tropical scene,
palm fronds wheeling
in wind. To one side,
an admiring girl
appears to recognize him.
Cautiously, she approaches him.
Girl: "What Is your name?"
Man: "Beer."
Girl: "Excuse me?"
He turns to her. A frosty beer bottle in hand.
Man: "Very good beer."
Girl, seductively, eyes
carress the long bottle: "I see. Yess..."
Man: "Shall we play?"
Looking up at him,
a perilous question in her eyes.
Girl: "What?"
Man: "If you don't mind, no more Names. The moment is too precious."
As they gather closely,
his hand holding the bottle
of beer around her waist,
blazing sky behind them,
the whirr of wind,
appears the legend:
"Only [name of beer]'s."
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