Her New Black Dress

By Tom Brosman

She found her way inside my house

And I am certain I had locked the door.

In a new black dress she moved in close

With a sultry perfume I couldn’t ignore.

She finds me here and I struggle in vain

To dodge her beguiling ways again.

She holds me so as we dance so slow

She laughs in my ear at my pain.

She finds me alone on the bluest nights

She dances with me while it rains.

Her kiss is sweet as I sway to her beat

As hope and cheer from me drains.

The beauty’s given name is Loneliness

And she is gorgeous in a new black dress.

She drains me dry until I can’t even cry

And leaves me spent from her caress.