The Midnight Madame
Honey Glaze Bun
A herd of hoof ran across her back
Her mind drifting into slumber
Her midnights rendezvous became dangerous acts
while the itinerant
Slept in every alley on Delaney Street
An exhausted prosecutor
Release her back to the cruelty of the dark street
Where broken lamps on
The Great White Way generates
Little or no heat
And the deafening sound of the siren
Kept her awake
.
Until the blonde blue eye stranger pulled up
In a dark limousine rolled down the window
And whispered
“Hello honey bun
Come on in
Your place or mine
Let’s be discreet.
Half a mile down the dark road
The hooded stranger
Poetry became a reality
An old Shakespearean
Surface
Let not my love be called idolatry,
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Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2012
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