The clouds burst at midnight
Like passions of a spinster
The rain loosened her tresses
And stringed her dark throat
With lurid lightning
Unchaperoned, she eavesdropped
Groped at warm bodies
Through open windows
Only to feel them recoil
Beneath her needling touch
Through narrow alleyways Pariah dogs growled
At her wanton ways
Utterly spent
She stared at her
Haggard form in puddles
And with a sigh
Gathered up her tattered skirts
to slip away
for future spoils and stratagems
In other climes, other alleyways