Little Black Dress (Poetry)

I’d dreamed it was my lucky dress —
bought rashly on a whim —
a skimpy thing in sequined lace
designed to dazzle him.

And dazzle him it surely did —
I hooked him like a fish —
he hung upon my every word
a slave to every wish.

I wore it and his heart was charmed
as though I’d cast a spell —
felt half-afraid to take it off
its mojo worked so well...

His fingers gently traced the straps
and toyed with hand-sewn beads
I read in his expression where
such deep enchantment leads...

Through wine’s red mist I can recall
the softness of the bed
warm breath upon my neck before
a darkness filled my head...

I woke to find myself alone
what’s more, it was a shock
to find he’d left his clothes behind
and gone off with my frock!

Since then, I haunt the city’s clubs
and nightspots — one by one
for any sign of him, or who
he might have now become.

Recriminations aren’t my style
and payback’s even less —
I didn’t care that much for him
but how I miss that dress!