In a brief moment of twilight I thought
about how lovely it would be to dance again
across a marble face in black dress shoes
with you -
your ivory skin in counterpoint
to a dress crimson red,
a fine complement for our mutually complicit
infidelity.

In the end it came to me
exactly what I deserved:
the entirety of
you.

Manhattans and maraschinos
how alluring was your face.

Manhattans and maraschinos
how sweet the devil tastes.