The Gigolo

The Gigolo
© carol voccia

for Basilio

The cadence of his hooves
Strikes a handsome silhouette and offer
Candied charms in shimmering tinsel
Coughing up Latin words and calling out
His demands hidden in wine and scented wax
A stunning backdrop purchased from a moonlit night
Smooth as a baby’s bottom
Sly as snakes in bottled oil
He slips in his sugar smiled grin professing
Moonscape wishes over romantic architecture
Leaking out of his eyes is a folded heart
While rivets of tin lined empathy contrived and calculated
Snarl in the shark teeth
His cut hungry
The jackal swims in his bucket
And the madam
Fences with her silver blade
Poking holes in the story he oils
There is only so much tinsel a woman can choke down
When the sun opens its eye to the day and the
Moon sneers at the nights remains