I Kissed You Once

I kissed you once. It was on New Year’s Eve,
Before midnight. Once midnight finally came
You found yourself addressing an old flame
With much more than enough verve to conceive.
It did occur to me I ought to leave,
But I had almost nothing to my name
And I enjoyed the bubbly, to my shame,
So I allowed myself a brief reprieve.

I wasn’t really tipsy, around two,
When you informed me stoutly you were Mab,
Queen of the Fairies. “Call a taxicab,”
I answered. “I’m tired, and I’m done with you.”
Somebody else gave you a ride. Make do;
I’ve disengaged now, and pulled off the scab.