Blue Dragon

She walked in with an assurance of ownership
Wearing a red dress to match
It flowed from the happy death of silk worms
Giving their lives for a greater cause
He sucked in a breath like it was his last
And his eyes feasted and nearly exploded from desire
Following the easy rhythm that she created with that walk
He was a three-piece wearing broker
She took stock on trade
As they met, it was a mongoose sizing up a cobra
Waiting to do the tango to death
Dinner served as an appetizer
A pre-limb before dessert...
On the other side of town
He pulled up to curb in his five-year old Ford
It shook before it finally turned off
The driveway was full of bikes and toys
She stirred things as she sat them down to dinner
They pecked on the cheeks and hoped that
They would ask each other about their day, later
It was a full-contact meal with kids chittering and chattering
About...
She told him that Mom could watch the kids Saturday
Early
If they wanted to go catch a movie
He said that would be nice if there was something
She wanted to see
It was his turn to clean up with the help of the seven-year old
It was her turn to wash up the twins
Night settled as so did the house
Tomorrow she’d lunch at the Blue Dragon