Save that the curtains, drawn
and held by jagged darts
arrest the light with flecks of gold
the music, when it starts,

pours through our hero's penthouse suite
so unexpectedly
he starts to tap dance, while, downstairs,
creased, but fresh and coy,

our heroine sits up in bed
and glares into the dark,
still not prepared to talk to him,
but angered by his joke.