Ensnared
The whole world is strewn with
snares, traps, gins and pitfalls
for the capture of men.
–George Bernard Shaw
He offered me a chair.
Was it a snare?
He presented salty finger foods
and exotic beverages.
I said, "You tempt me."
He was looking for
companionship, security,
someone to take
out to dinner,
and then, perhaps,
yoga.
"Enticing," I admitted.
His daring fashion faux pas
were symptoms of an infectious joie de vivre.
But it was Eartha Kitty
who snagged me in the end.