"Well? How did you get out of it?
I knew you would; but how did you do it?
The car’s headlamps
Spotlighted you centre stage
All thighs and torso with fine rich legs.
I thought you looked magnificent."
She was halfway down the road
Almost past the point of suspicion
When the car swung boldly around the bend.
The piercing glare strobed her,
Locked in on his magnificence
She loved to watch his mind compute
On his face’s screen.
The last flicker before vacancy
Seemed less surprised than annoyed.
She knew he would get out of it.
"What did you tell her?"
"If I were having an assignation with a woman
Do you think I would be stupid enough
To stand in the common lane wearing
Only a beach coat!"
"Hear! Hear!" she cried, impressed.
"A guilt return with a backhand curve.
She didn’t even reach for it, did she?"
Men who naked leap about
In midnight gardens
Cynthia Buell Thomas