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, ………………………………………………………………………………………………………..