And so Delilah bursts upon the scene;
A double date — the NFT — then drinks.
It’s soon apparent, she’s the flirting queen:
Part golden cloud, part unrelenting minx.
Her second wedding’s in the recent past
But she is not defined by any man.
We do the girltalk thing, we have a blast
And then I kiss her, just because we can.
This woman has a radiance that glows,
So forthright and so warm, so subtly hued.
It ought to just be fun, you might suppose;
Instead the moment breathes beatitude.
Coup de foudre, coup de grâce? — we’ll see
How long it takes to make a fool of me.