In the sultry evening
When the very canicular heat
Rises and falls
Like a forbidden glimpse
If a satin covered bossom
With a trinket
Between the depths
Territory off limits
Yet the wine
Does loosen
Those baser instincts
And leaves us speechless
As we blunder
Into that no man's land
Where gypsy's fear to tread
And the wrestler
Meets his match

9-14-03
Laura R