Her Temporary Casanova Poem by Wayne Falconer

Her modern hip casanova
arrived midnight hour.
Bringing his playful style.
Capturing her with his magic,
with all his intense charm.
His presence filled the night.

The old house rocked loud,
under his tuneful beat.
Romance and lust strode,
behind her bedroom door.
As she was made bare,
filled in body and spirit.

While above stars gleamed,
seductive wind blew hot.
Outside shadowy figures melted.
whole world disappeared away.
Only casanova and her heart,
remained to feed upon experience.

Tomorrow will be changed.
Her lover shall be invisible.
Leave her only with memory,
meditating alone upon his face.
While sun and dream shall shine,
her lover gone jetted again away.