Sunday, November 4, 2012

Gallery in Amsterdam

The jukebox played a love song
But she twisted herself to a lap dance
I gazed into her eyes
Like a vortex inside paradise

She looked away
And arose with contact lenses
A costume for her meekness
Like the coldness in her eyes

Methodologically
She carried on with business
“I’ll give you your money’s worth”
A bargain if I’d ever heard one
To protect her unmasked soul
For it had met its stripper
And he was pouring gold
Down-payment for the keeper?

“Your time is up”
“So soon?”
“You paid for thirty minutes.”
“But I want a lifetime with you”

A shock to the ear
A crease to the cheek
A tear in her eye
She scuttled away

Overexposed and undermined
What her’s is her’s
Can never be mine

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