Vodka Ghost

she hovered smoothly like a ghost
past me, past everyone’s staring eyes
long white dress, red shoes
heavenly scent of risk
with a face that asked for trouble
all the gentlemen stood, frozen
sucked in like magnets

I tell you, we met eyes once
And in those green spheres I saw us
robbing banks in Georgia
tearing down vineyards in Napa
skinny dipping in the White House

She escaped that evening
plotting her next attack
left me on the couch, vodka in hand
with something to write about
for the rest of my life