The Evening

The Evening:

Gentlemen arise before your eyes,  

Europe’s finest, sleek, chic,

a mysterious splash of hues,

all angles all views

blues with hints of Persian silk,

turquoise and jade flowers in bloom

out of water hot, yes,

and bothered, not.

Exquisite delicious leather tethered spiked heels,

a caped blaze a twirling wonder

a living dream invades an evening’s starburst,

exploding with a dancing storm of lightning strikes

scorching the ground.

On a steed a horseman rides,  

boots polished spurs, saber sheathed,

lady in sight, alongside, set to ride

sidesaddle stride, cantered gallop

glides across sands as he gathers

moments of desert colors and light,  

with moods of calm and fortitude

sleeping humbled on a stack of leaves,

he sighs homeless under stars,

while weaving gold into branches

and planting seeds to shelter

and tree the apple of his eye.