Ivory

Ivory 

Haunting guitar strings pledged peace with the morning;

Her coffee-stained napkin spoke of the long evening

With which the gentleman-caller struggled to keep his heart.

He was not victorious. 

Shell-pink lipstick clung to his jacket

Reminding the world that no one is safe from a woman.

Caramel eyes stroked the strings of that ancient guitar

And together they made music.