Bless you O black Beauty of nights
Daintily displaying such occult grace
Moving with such melodious rhythm
On the catwalk beyond human race
Why do you cross my path so often?
Is it just unintended perchance?
Or do you wish a message to convey?
To the thinking eyes in askance?
Are you out hunting for a rusty rat
Or foretelling to warn of a mishap?
Are you going to meet a chatty chum
Or to warm a pampering lady’s lap?
Turn to me your blue torch eyes
And say something in musky voice
There are things that are visible
Only to eyes like yours by choice
Don’t just cross my path like this
In polite silent words, let’s greet
Let’s share the secrets of our domains
That minds of the world don’t
meet!
Xavier Bage
Thurs, July 21, 2016
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