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
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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