Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Narrative

The Midnight Lady

The midnight lady
Is striking
In her tight silky 
Mini skirt, with a matching 
Seductive basque-bra 
Surely makes ones’ blood clot 
Though, she hides her beauty 
In heavy shades of mascara
Still you can notice
Her youthfulness
As she walks gracefully
On a cobblestone alley 
Passing, through a group 
Of night birds
With mirthless smile 
On their faces
As the hawkers
Enjoy, the last image 
Of summer
While, the moon’s hiding 
In a thick paled clouds
Staring
Helpless
As I see her every night 
Rushing, to meet
The silent darkness
Yes, she has beautiful eyes
Like a cornflower blue
But, I rather want
Mine, in brown caramel
For I can see
Brightly, the things around   
Now, her glows
Waning, which 
She couldn’t care less
Her youth’s fading
For nothing 
But, for selfish gain
Of her beau
And, for the lovers
Of her flesh

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