I dreamt I seduced his girl like a trick,
three aces overturned, jack of diamonds.
He discovered by the soft of our hands, by the glance
and giggle. He lunged.
The slap was the surface parting
in the winter pool, the wallop of bass,
the reverb. Suddenly we were faster than
the speed of sound. But past the boom
it was quiet. My heart and I were racing.
I looked at him with my chin upturned.
The promises of my pout were not
apologetic. I intended.
Halfway between dreams and waking, his punch
was a promise too.