Lady of the Night
With slick moves and feline grace,
she pirouettes on the darkened stage,
then suddenly turns, splits and tumbles.
As she shakes her black silken hair,
undulates her hips while she teases,
the music becomes fast and frenetic.
A temptress now she sheds her clothes,
her unseeing eyes lasered onto
the crowd of animated zombies.
I grasp my glass of San Miguel beer
like a jealous, possessive lover,
unblinking eyes focused on this siren.
And while she moves, glides and fumbles,
I freeze and I shake and I tremble
sitting by this smoky bar table.
Never will she ever know how
she changes my life right this very hour
as I gape, stunned and mesmerized,
at the lady of the night.
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