The Virile Venetian
By Karen King
The patient, yet virile Venetian,
Hides, hotly, behind his mask,
Waiting, wantonly for his prey,
Throughout the night and day.
Through the streets, there is dancing,
People celebrating and prancing,
Seductive stares. Sometimes glancing,
When twilight comes – nightly chancing.
The patient, yet virile Venetian,
Hides, hotly, behind his mask,
Waiting, wantonly for his prey,
Throughout the night and day.
This floating city of love and pleasure,
Is bountiful in nightly treasures,
Like gemstones, beautiful and unique,
What is the prize in which he seeks?
The patient, yet virile Venetian,
Hides, hotly, behind his mask,
Waiting, wantonly for his prey,
Throughout the night and day.
Gorgeous gondolas floating.
This romantic form of boating.
Amorous couples kissing,
What is he missing?
The patient, yet virile Venetian,
Hides, hotly, behind his mask,
Waiting, wantonly for his prey,
Throughout the night and day.
Celebratory cappuccinos and seafood,
Flamboyant food getting couples in the mood …
A gondola full of fruit floats by,
Tantalising tastes under the blue sky.
The patient, yet virile Venetian,
Hides, hotly, behind his mask,
Waiting, wantonly for his prey,
Throughout the night and day.
The slowly sinking city is disappearing,
But the sumptuous sunset is appearing.
On crumbling houses, raucous reflections
Jiggle around and enthusiastically beckon. …
The patient, yet virile Venetian,
Hides, hotly, behind his mask,
Waiting, wantonly for his prey,
Throughout the night and day.
Frenzied faces, sparkle in the night,
Decadent desires and delicious delights,
Bodies seething in the crowd,
Voices raised, becoming increasingly loud.
The patient, yet virile Venetian,
Hides, hotly, behind his mask,
Waiting, wantonly for his prey,
Throughout the night and day.
Karen King Copyright November 2015
