In the Course of Dinner

And now
her grand entrance
a sigh, a rustle.
time hangs on its trapeze-
waiting to fulfill.

Then,
a step.
one
step.

Suddenly
a wash of sweet air,
bursting with roses and musk,
the feminine element, the odor:
it dances,
sensual, thick with richness and
dark devotion,
alighting with quick kisses
skipping playing dancing running
up
and
down
her arms.

Now
onetwofourseventhirty
eyes
all
staring.
a rainbow in the shining globes
reflecting the awareness, the voluptous turmoil
in the minds
of their owners.
her own wander from face to face,
seeking out
what she knows lies hidden.

a smile. more mysterious.

she announces:
dinner is served.