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
Undone
24
May