you have been on my mind of late
yes you
our tryst that night, the lobster dinner date
you
paid
four
hundred
bucks
for
with your diamond jewelry and leopard print dress
you
invited me - out of the blue - for the rendezvous
and i
in love with you still frustrated by your wayward eyes
you
were always my catnip the unquenchable
fire,
yes,
you
consuming my insatiable need
with
yours
the night i came into the restaurant with you
sitting
with
a man
- i
approaching slowly watching your eyes with his
you
were
sly
the same coy look that reeled me in on your face
and
i
knew
already i had lost you - but not true
for
allow it, we were the absolute best for one on one
your
fire
calling
my
name
undid me as none other could have done
you
were drunk on sangria, your aphrodisiac of choice
you
led me to your hotel room that paws night
then
passed
out










iambic trimeter, shakespearean sonnet
© Brian Peter Hodgkinson