The Gentleman

I watched as your fingers tenderly cusp the glass’s stem

bringing the amber liquid to your lips

your sapphires gleaming with calculated intent

Your yearning silently wails 

like a siren they beckon me

and before long,

our shadows kiss under the chandelier

I entice you with temptation’s whispers

to lose our way in the moon’s labyrinth

my breath catches in your smile

and yet you leave without so much as an accidental caress

your answer ringing clear as the crowd devoured you

“How about dinner first?”