I Smirk Poem by Lorene Kinsey

I smirk, high on the knowledge
That I am breaking the rules,  
Giddy that I have had a partial glass of wine, then two but more so 
At the return trip to the bar for a martini. 
Pomegranate. 
I smirk at the imbalance of one woman,  two men,
At my own violation of the rules (assuming they exist) .
I smirk in the company of gentlemen,  
Rushing to open doors, hang coats,  
Or to stand politely holding the collar as each woman slips into them. 
I smirk at what it means in my father's eyes, yet deeply adoring 
The company of a gentleman.