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As moonlight threatens
 the night's ebon cloak.
A blistering thought 
 has kept me woke.

This thought so vile
 so terribly grim,
yet so fulfilling
to my every whim.

I leave the warmth of my bed chamber
 and into the cold damp street.
To quench this gnawing craving
 deep in my heart so deep.

As I pass strolling strangers,
 I turn up collar to cutting air.
They seem oblivious to dangers
and look through me, as thou I were not there.


I walk with purpose like a hunter,
 deep in the dark wood.
In search of a sacred something
 so sweet, delicate and good.

Finally I duck into a small cafe,
 where I have had success in past.
Snaring unsuspecting prey,
 to star in this role that must be cast.

I slide so stealth into vacant booth.
 Where I'm forced face to face,
with this moment's 
 moment of truth.

My waitress smiles and pours 
 a tall, thick cup of Joe.
I find myself blowing and sipping
 very carefully and very slow.

And there one of Zeus' daughters parked 
 with one hand playfully twisting her golden hair.
The other gently cutting with a fork
 a delightful chocolate Eclair.

I watched ever longingly
 as her lips caressed every delicious bite.
It was then and there I knew
 my chosen victim of this night.

Then she stood up 
 so regal yet so fair,
paid and looked at me,
 with a pure endearing stare.

She then walked out the door
 and gently out of sight.
Disappearing like a sweet vapor
 into the misty mystic night.

As her perfume soon left
 the now sad lonely air.
I asked my lovely waitress
 for a tempting chocolate Eclair.

So she sorrowfully informed me
 that the lovely lady had had the last.
I then had to alter my well laid plans,
 and alter them rather fast.

With heart frantically beating and beating,
 and the search of the menu repeating and repeating,
for a substitute to satisfy.
 And there for my appetite at last 
the words "Lemon Meringue Pie."

Now so graciously placed before me,
 this heaven's little slice.
With every taste teasing and pleasing,
 I decided to try it twice.

As I took the last bite stalling,
 I could hear my conscious calling.
I told self we'll pay Piper tomorrow,
 but tonight I'm feeding gluttony and drowning sorrow.







9/25/18
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