my dark billows in
for an after dusk
surprise
ohh, how those tomcat eyes
slice through mine,
both swathed in translucid violet
plumes fluttering off my
cigar’s hot tip,
‘fore she dips it
her inky glass
of wine,
++++
and we burn
just fine.
Grumpy Gorman
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Fine poetry.
Much appreciated.