ode to an older woman

I think of my dog getting run over
while I look at your lips.
I think you’ll never get old.
Aperol
orange, like Halloween in August.
You make me another drink.
Your husband watches me watching you,
I hope it bothers him.
We all sit at the table and
I squeeze limes.
Can’t stop licking the pulp off my hands.
Out of everyone here,
I have the sharpest teeth, I’m afraid.
I hope he is afraid.