Knights Passing Through

her heart sighs for one as he
who caresses with gentle passion
gallant like a prince of fairy tales
with eyes of love filling his eyes

passion be as passion does
was, is, will be and forever
like dusts disappearing in the sands
seeping deep like falling rain

he is just passing through
please excuse me, he says
tucking in his pristine shirt
walking out with his depleted tool

she walks on red high heels
breasts pert, hard and pointy
eyes sad, veiled in cunning
falling in love with the next one

there is a tidy pile in her box
mama's pretty pink-edged shoe
her college fund is getting there
her bed spring protests as she works

her heart sighs for a man
like him, so richly dressed
yet she knows he will never be
her gallant knight on a steed

Passing through passing through
excuse me, I am through
I got to catch the next train
to one who loves me true