(Found in an old journal, what can one say.)

©1977 M. Bennett Hooper

Midnight lovers meet in crowded places amidst smoke filled rooms of plastic faces.
No love is enjoyed here misery ignored here.
Come smile at me.
Love shared in moments, eyes meeting mine.
Promises, promises, due home before nine.
Husband or lover no names more than any other.
Come smile at me.

Selling my soul for moments of cold coming by morning when your warmth is gone.
Days spent wondering why I’m alone.
Come smile at me.
Midnight lover I too have dreams.
Midnight lover my life is not unclean.
Midnight lover you were once my favorite and now you
Are just a fleeting memory of what used to be.

Midnight lover now it is you who cannot see and being blind are afraid of me.
I have grown past the need for you and embrace my true love which is free
And unconditional midnight lover.
Come smile at me.