Bloody Mary Poem by Jeremiah Crane

As we walked down the cobbled road,
no finer wish could she have asked.
“Come home with me to my abode? ”
My lustful grin could not be masked.

We entered her apartment door.
She asked, “What would you like to drink? ”
and moved with grace across the floor.
“Surprise me.” I said with a wink.

She poured us each a Bloody Mary
and toasted to friendships anew.
Then she whispered soft and airy,
“You sit right there, be back in two.”

She reappeared with vim and verve.
I felt no more guilt for my wife.
My eyes elsewhere did not observe,
within her hand she held a knife.