midnight muse

merry in the shadows,
cloaked in dark glasses
she sat at the bar,
a mistress of dark secrets
alone with her charms
conjuring and slightly telepathic
her wicked gypsy eyes
erotic and arcane,
the scent of dry martinis
stronger than her perfume,
siren in a loose dress,
her naughty after hours smile
was more than you could handle,
her smudged lipstick
a dead giveaway,
but you can't expect a tart
with so many lovers
to be faithful

Dodd Clifton