A dark, sensuous, blithe, night
seduction is her sole intent,
beating in tune with the heart of
a lover, an adventurer, a crazy poet,
a beggar, a courtesan, a clown or a priest,
prompts each one to do what to them please,
to the manner born, unconcerned of darkness and light,
her knitted quilt thrown over their heartbeats rhythmic.
Sleep is the best refuge for the uninspired, lonely, sick,
love, ***, any number of intriguing options she offers for her lovers,
and when the clock of night is torn open by the impatient sun
and day arrives with vengeance to reclaim its land,
with daggers of sadness stuck to heart, bleeding
they move, like shadows doddering in the path of life.