I met her in July.
Slightly intoxicated
we danced the dance
of the familiar. The old souls
brought together in Capri pants.

She threw a high heel at the bus.
Huffed as it fell off target. The other one a red badge
hung in her hand.
I stared.
It dropped hard a bright intruder on the browned grass.
An act of aggression or frustration I wondered.
“They weren’t mine.” she smiled.

The leaves rustled around our feet.
Flinty-eyed she held my gaze
turned to her feet in the awkwardness at hand
Nice sandals. It was the only thing I could think of.
She curtsied with a grace lost
amongst the cracked sidewalk and ticketed cars

Ignored our moment. She paused mid step
to shift her dress. A soft lacey pink
I pictured her panties. Hidden somewhere beneath her
pompous blue gown. A car honked.
She twisted violently toward the culprit
already gone missed the top of her dress slide down.
An up and down gesture quicker than I could react.

Bell of the ball I asked. A wink and another curtsy
punctuated by a lust filled grind was the only answer.
I saw us mangled between sweaty sheets.
Push gives to pull. I would tear her gown.
She teetered.
I slid my bag to the ground. Swept the bench and flashed
My best game show host smile. It was too toothy. My lips were chapped.
I blew it.
I wanted her.

“You have twenty buck?”
I blinked.
She bent toward me. The top of her breast peeked out of her dress
already ripped. “I’ll yank your jimmy for twenty bucks.”
Two or three more blinks before she walked off.

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