Sitting outside her Upper East Side apartment
in my nice car, with the soft leather seats
talking a bit, necking a bit
discovering each other
on the darkened street

She asked me what my favorite color was
and I thought about it for a minute
Rejected my first impulse
gazed into her eyes
and said, “Anthracite”

Which was true, really, but
what I did not tell her
as I knew it would not
further my case
which I was eager to press

Was the other truth
“Orange.”