Through the bottom of an upturned glass,
I caught a glimpse of her
across
a smoky room
thick
with the hellish intentions
of
flesh-seeking thieves 
and
invited her with my eyes
to explore
the many mysteries 
a soft mattress has to offer
around 2 a.m.
when she sniped back
a sultry look
that said,
"Not even
if we're the last two people alive,
I'm deaf,
dumb,
blind,
crippled,
mute,
and retarded,
and
there are
absolutely, positively
no  batteries
left anywhere,"
then
graciously gave me 
the back of her head.