Just Romeing Around

Jules sees her across the room
felt like a man bewitched
her olive skin, head held high,
black mini-dress, long legs

She of shimmering locks
topped with a tiara and
penetrating royal blue eyes
knifing into his heart

They met at the Rubicon River Tavern
she smiled a killer smile, said her name was Cleo
he knew there was no turning back
from this wonderous woman

they danced , glided together
feet never touched the ground
two moved as one, full of grace

Jules tasted Cleo’s luscious lips
melting into each other’s arms
they exploded in passion

But morning came, the ides of March
Cleo retreated to Cairo and her
loveless marriage to a brutus
queen for only one blissful night

Jules left with wingman Mark Anthony
feeling stabbed in the back
dark glasses battled bright sunshine
and hid a single tear

“Which way?” Mark asked.

Jules shrugged, “All roads lead to Rome.”