Fluted glasses
Of chilled wine
Sing a toast to ghosts
If you don't ask
I won't lie
We'd only spoil a good time
But if passion
Can hold it's breath
Until the first light of dawn
We'll know a portrait of romance
That's been long withdrawn
And what's left of our warm champagne
So you're an actress
Tell me
Where might I enjoy your work
Perhaps on my mattress
But should I get to know you first?
Once your answer
Is revealed by way of tender embrace
Watch our fantasies
Dissolve into empty space
As satisfying
As warm champagne