Slight of Hand

Turn off the house lights.
Sip the wine.
Dark club sounds brush her by.
This is life.

In slow motion
I walk in.
In the handshake,
a hint of sin.

Maybe she has an idea.
No, she doesn’t have a clue
of what I love to do
with a flick of the wrist.

The magic is working.
My capabilities are endless.
But you’re becoming careless.
Turn the lights up.

This is me screaming.
You’re motionless.
Emergency room please,
this one can’t handle it.

I followed her stretcher.
The door shuts behind me.
I waited until she opened her eyes.
Paradise.

I told her, “you really don’t know me.”
“But I want to,” she said.
“I’m everything you’ve ever wanted,” I explained.
She closed her eyes.