TRICK

Undulating wildly, she took his hand.
His eyes heavy-lidded strained to see
all that was before him
but could not.

Back in time he had brought her there.
Swaggering with bravado he squeezed her hip
to give hint of passion to come.

Genuine leather wallet slides easily from his rear.
A bovine filled with green that
promises to buy fake love’s greatest illusions.

Prostrate he lays, forcing eyes open wide
to a spinning world.
This was not his design to have cold wind slap him as she left.
He didn’t get into her pants after all.
She got into his.