In rendezvous park
Lank platinum hairs
Against old root bark
The voyeur in me rears
Her puzzling eyes spark
Her phlegmy throat clears
Her cleavage tilt squares
Her studious brows arc
On terms her thoughts weigh
A pout and lip bite
A flick of page right
Then butterfly stray
A fool I was late
I found her prostrate
Chorus late overdue tardy
