Hardboiled, cynical,
the dick
believes
in love.

His slinky girl
—in sequins
and seed pearls—
sees ‘Hardboiled’ is playing away;
the scent of aftershave
is a dead giveaway.

Fresh shirt;
new jeans;
shaved clean.

She can tell
by the smirk
he’s got a bit of skirt.

Who is she?

Slinky, glitter tarnished
by what she thinks,
becomes what he has not detected…
suspicious.

© 2014 Polly Stretton