The Alley Cat At Midnite

The storm thrashed the sides of the house trees bend to touch the ground rain drops fall heavily on fragile leaves gutters fill to overflowing spilling its slobber onto the dry streets Midnight clouds give no cover to exposed hearts burdened with an intense need for a dose of love, but there is always the promise of her door opening and the welcoming fragrance of roses and gardenias Colorful flowers sprinkled in her golden hair greet me poured in her satin, body hugging tiny dress she stirs my fires already lit I seek the warmth of the bright hue in her soft green eyes She appears like a lover’s promise in spring, but promises are just like dreams, misleading fantasies my assurances are unable to compete with my past lies and hunger for sex speeches don't persuade I hear the same tired sounds of rejection words I know so well the darkness of midnight invites me to move on to seek satisfaction elsewhere …