artwork: ralph murre
Rendezvous
by
Julie C. Eger
My
poem strolls in at midnight
like
Humphrey Bogart,
tosses
his coat and hat on my bed.
I
pull back the curtain,
glance
out at the lighted drive.
He’s
backed in – front end
aimed
at the highway.
His
plan – a quick get-away.
But
for now I lie
down
beside him,
and
because I am
a
methodical woman
and
alluring –
I
undress him slowly,
one
layer at a time
to
reveal his hidden intent
and
he stays,
this
time better than the last –
His
tie is on the floor now.
He’s
gone – down the highway
I
suppose
I
am satisfied
he
came at all
~
first appeared on Poetry Dispatch
