ART  MUSIC  POETRY

We kissed and parted late last night;
   I left and walked along my way.
Beneath the cold and dim street lights
   I walked from where I'd wished to stay.

I reached the shadowed parking lot;
   To my dismay my keys were gone!
There's something there that I forgot.
   I must return; I can't go on.

When I got back, her door was locked
   Just as I had sadly feared.
But I stood and gently knocked,
   And in the doorway she appeared:

Not clad in jeans as she'd been before,
   No modest, brightly lit up blouse:
A silken, moonlit gown she wore,
   Though not intended to arouse.

Nonetheless my passion grew;
   I took her back into my arms,
And such satin smoothness then I knew!
   I had not the power to resist such charms.

So I asked if I could stay,
   If she would take me to her bed,
But that night I slept...ten miles away.
   "I can't," the angel softly said.