The Temptress

Come home with me
And may we?
Savour our delights

Crosstown obscurity
My Gorky shoes
Your misty tights

She played one foot
In front of the other
I drew a circle

From mind to arrow
Her smile made it complete
A circumference of style

And in her heated whisper
A mirror flashed back
To lonely dreams

My boots her anorak
Our waves of death
A ghost ship

Sailed by her & me
No crew to answer
No mutiny

Her course was wayward
The same as mine
And hardly a spell