Midnight Blue Poem by Charles Hancock

I speculated what the evening would bring
At a friend of a friend's sister's shindig
Then I laid eyes on her near the fire ring
Feasting on potato chips and roasted pig

Casually, I inquired about her name
She proclaimed it to be Midnight Blue
Her eyes reflected the dancing flame
It was then that I took notice of her tattoo

It appeared to be a Celtic love knot
Just an inch or so above her left wrist
Which gave me food for thought
Perhaps she'd like to be kissed

Pointing to the emblem on her skin
I stated that I liked her fidelity logo
And asked where was her next of kin
No one, she whispered, flying solo

She detected my rising interest level
Smiled and looked me straight in the eye
And said let's go for a walk, you little devil
What could I say, after all, I am a guy