AT THE EDGE OF NIGHT

In the still of the night 
Under a canopy of darkness 
From a distance echoes 
A distinctive sound 

Stiletto heels piercing the asphalt 
As she glides her way through the town 

While wives are asleep 
Husbands at their windows peek 
Trying to get a glance 
Of this goddess curves 

With only a silhouette of her beauty 
Made visible by the dim street lights 
It's enough to arouse 
Those cheating hearts nerves 

Her shape was chiseled 
By the desires of men
For she was never in the daylight seen

But in the minds of those vagabonds
Transfixed behind their windowpane 
She was their midnight dancer 
In their elusive dreams.

Wilford Barker.