Brooklyn Seduction

Began with Stella, and then
Led on

Belgian beers,
Colombian food
Scattered conversation
To an off-chance
“come home with me?”
Shrugged off

Brooklyn again
To a game of secrets,
To a brownie,
Smooshed in between fingers
Licked clean.

Surprising tree-lined streets,
Streets busy, dark, still,
To a stone bench
In front of strangers-
They watched intently.

He turned to me,
With a question
But I to a black sedan,
“To another!”
To a bottle of Proseco
Off-speed dancing,

My eyes shining
Like Brooklyn’s reputation,
The borough asking
Again, again, Come home with me?

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