SHE

She's here everyday

A pair of high-heeled this and high-waited that

Who leaves her heart strapped beneath her dress

And drinks complexity out a martini glass

Sudden, haunting, elegant

With lips drenched in wine

Body dipped in red

And mind dry of inhibitions

Such a heavenly evil

Like dice in a gambler's hand

Rolling around every bend and corner

Until she finally lands on something worthwhile

Something hardly enticing

Like me with my teary-eyed drink

But she looks to me anyhow

Ready to make her move

Strutting her earnings

Armed with cunning and a plan

To tear away her seams

And use them to tie me in her grasp.

She has everything

I like that about her

I'm there. She likes that about me

And that's all that matters in our world