I stood half dressed under
the waning crescent,
exposed to flashes of his
brilliant light.
I can fix your problem
So I let his deft hands do their work,
bewildered at my powerlessness.
Yet in my heart I knew
our midnight encounter
would bear no receipt.
I trembled.
Nobody would find a record
that we ever knew each other.
My guilty conscience spoke
This is off the books isn't it?
He pocketed the cash smiling.
You already blew one fuse tonight honey'.
Who understands men, I thought,
as he prepared to leave me.
Why blow another?