Trick or Treat
by Ronald Tobey
Liquid heat in October late
Sweet with aroma of decay
Pouring over us like warm candy,
You laughed at your perspiration,
“Ripe, hot, and fickle”.
You anticipated this unseasonal day
Love in the barn, a three-way
Atop newly mown hay.
Your girlfriend, trick or treating,
Driving from farm to farm
Her SUV of princesses and goblins
And giggling croaking little frogs,
Moon light evening last,
Left a lurid kiss of orange lipstick
Atop your breast flashed
At the front door,
A promise you extracted
For today, fun and more.
Was I going to be audience
Or was I invited to dance?
You would not say,
But, striking a Halloween pose,