Serving a Woman

Glorious night of desire,
A thousand dreams are spawned
Involving your dance-floor bracelets
And magical golden earrings
Creating love in the moonlight glare
Of the intoxicating city.

The avenues of street-car lights
Are as deeply in love with you
As every man who sees your dark hair
Caressing your goddess shoulders.

I will supplicate you for a millennium
And teach every awestruck boy
To obediently do the same.