The Seducer
Nice man
with a grad degree.
He snows,
not with leather
and a motorcycle,
but with slow
words chosen
with the crisp
reverence
of an archer:
"Thank you,
my lady" in
three languages,
or eloquent discourse
on the subject
of the day
and subtly framed
questions
about hers.
And a smile
that begins
and crinkles
somewhere east
of a promise
just dawning
in his mind's eye.
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