A Passing Fancy (by eddy styx)

A Passing Fancy (by: eddy styx)

I note her
from across the room,
unobtrusively
gliding on over.
seeing her up close,
she appears as sweetness
peaches and cream.
however the nearness of her
presence,
exudes a warning
dispelling her facade.
unintentionally, our eyes meet
for a moment time stops.
I shudder as
evil pours forth
wafting in the air.
leaving the party
my arm brushed against hers
I swear I heard a hiss!
perhaps a premonition?
waiting in the darkness
for her to make her exit
I pull my collar up
around my ears, against the cold.
when she does depart,
with tipsy male escort,
whose' eyes are on her cleavage
his hands on buttocks, roundly
of which she does mildly protest.
close, but not too close
behind them in their drunken stroll,
they finally reach their destination.
I take up a spot in the shadow of a tree
listening to her rebuke and refusal of his advances,
a stinging slap across his face is all he can take.
watching him stumble away down the street
I wonder if he will take the blame for
the corpse they will find in the morning?