NOCTURNAL BECKONINGS:

Whenever night clicked his black patent heels,

Off she´d go, to dance tangos in dark smoky dens,

Until dawn throws down her sharp arrowed lance,

Then home she´d wend, numb & unable to feel.

 

When red wine beckoned her with a glint, to come,

Off she´d go & with the green bottles, she´d linger,

Until her glass was empty & the tired night yawned,

Then home she´d weave, cursing at the cruel sun.

 

Whenever the night beckoned & tempted her away,

Off she´d go, lured by swaying music & soft promises,

Until the tickling sunrise taunted her sad loneliness,

Then home she´d trudge, hating the infernal day.