The Rendezvous
The lines of her dress were classic
She was curvy and tall and thin
She’d blood red shiny fingernails
Estee Lauder was under her chin
It was dark in the room when she entered
Except for a candle and chair
And a man with a handful of flowers
Expectantly waiting there
He wanted to be romantic
He wanted to be interesting
But she knew what he really was there for
In spite of the left handed ring
Yet she let down her hair with a flourish
Even though he had lied like a bum
She had lied to herself and she knew it
Cross the hundreds of miles she had come
They both knew there’d be spiritual fallout
They both knew someone surely would tell
They both knew there was no common sense in it
They both knew they would both burn in hell
But without thought or fear they went through with it
And when it was finally done
They were left with the shame and disgrace of it
Saying nothing before they ran home
So be mindful and always remember
If you find you've succumbed to their lot
There is never a happy conclusion
And your treachery's all that you've got
Written by Sara Fielder © 2012
poem by Sara Fielder
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