AMY D’AGNANO

Sonnet

The sun goes down, the sky from gold to blue; he sips red wine (Chateau de Lafayette). The glass reflects the table set for two; a little smile and one more cigarette.

How come you’re here tonight, my dear? Surprise! I swear, I’m not expecting someone else. By chance I’ve got some wine for you. Besides, is that Chanel? And such a lovely dress!

Sit here, my love, and have another glass. Forget your twisted thoughts: there’s only you. Look at the moon: it’s full tonight. Relax . . . As in that song, you are my dream come true.

The doorbell rings. Again. A joke, for sure. No, don’t get up, but just kiss me once more.