"Perfecto"

I see her through an incandescent haze

Past the cheap rum breaths,

Canoodling faces and skins ablaze.

It wasn’t the clothes she chose to wear

Nor the lustrous sheen of her hair

Its in the depth of her eyes

and something about that incongruous smile

The Master wouldn’t conceive of such a notion

To leave me aflutter with a foolish devotion

Even the winds stand askance 

You have to step closer they coax

or is it all that you want,

Not a hint of romance

Be kind for once, I retort

for she is nice to me,

the past is a clutter, future a parody

for now, perchance, just let this be