An Encounter Under Lights

 I saw a hooker
On the crossroad where Little Bastard and I were
Supposed to meet

She struts under the red lights
Clicking transparent heels
Slots ready for your dollars and for your lovin'
Wearing her neon pink
Neon green, neon yellow
Gradient fishnet stockings
And her neon pink panties

And white
Sewn on like a false bright
Scream of pure
Like the way she covers her bare breasts
With her palms
Yet not really caring.

(My own white is fire and sparks hot.)

She smiled at me -
That saccharine smirk,
Mocking my almost impurity
In my mud drenched Austen clothes
Hair in a bun
Stray strands flying everywhere
As race cars
And reckless motorcycles drive past me

I watched her disappear
As I would watch a cat enter another dark alley
Maybe I envy her -
Maybe I am too covered to feel the passions of my world,
Passions that I crave...

Little Bastard screeched to a halt beside me
More dust he brought
Opened the doors for me
Ushered me inside
And as I shut off more and more
Under the harsh red lights
I dream that he'll take me-
Somewhere new-

Strip me.