Circe in the Night (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #22)

She brought me port;

like that of her smell, tilting

temptress of tequila,

bitter refuge of the lost.

One drink to forget, one

to remember, and one

witch – o helenistic goddess –

to grab my thigh as I

blow smoke. One dollar

for the whisky, one

for the breasts, one dime

as I wait for her to lock-up;

she traipsed beside me; I

the pig to the slaughter;

and under covers she

conjured spells, one spell

to heal, one spell to charm,

one curse to be undone:

oh evil good mistress

undone and unveiled

in smoke and circe

in the night