After the day acquiesces its domain
To the other side's cool waft of evening thrill,
Sends a tease of shiver up her exposed thighs,
The little witch of Simon Street takes a stroll.
Her half-shaded lips and eyes eclipse their gleam
While breezes beyond the pier across the way
Undress her body of palest rose petals,
To make the moon turn profile in its envy.
Fishermen, whose boats line the wharf's reflection,
Stop, nets at their feet, to catch a glimpse of her
Walking by, slower pace, to let them admire,
And know, passing, their nostrils fill not with fish.
The sighs from these dark strong men fade once they bend,
Gathering nets for the trip to deep waters,
Yearning to earn the pay to win her treasures,
Guided by Sirens, to fill their catch of her.
Bewitching is her craft and shape-shifting curves,
Sailing down the cobblestones of Simon Street.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
Poem's structure done as 11-syllable lines in quatrain & couplet.