Wrong Night {chapter 6 of 8}

Number 6 in the Night series Poetry inspired by the artwork of Drew Darcy

Wrong Night

The summer night was sultry

But inside the air was thick

With lust, want and desire

How he untied that bow was slick

 

Into each other’s arms they fell

The passion beyond measure

His clothes he’d shed for the lady in red

As she welcomed him to her treasure

 

The love they made was beautiful

As they passed the night away

Till morning light, so soft and bright

They disremembered the ballet

 

It seems we’ve wasted your tickets

She said with a mock look of sorrow

He smiled and said:  Let’s just stay in bed

They’re actually for tomorrow.