Wisdom With A Widow

And the day labours on
mundane details and cardboard people
revolving through these doors
and I'm watching the clock;
a painful drip of seconds

You never see leather in this town
just a mass sea of camouflage jackets
- white faces and archaic attitudes
and so many uninspired dudes
wearing the badge that screams possession is everything

Fists don't lie.

One must be selective in taste,
and I have had to train my eye
to detect the right candidates
for my extracurricular passions

So many seem cut from the same cloth,
I despise missionary with the lights off

But find the right widow...
a secured love that need never be unlocked
and there is potential to deviate
from the standard paths
in a devout adherence to the sensations
occupying the empty space

They are a rare species,
but there are such treasures
adorned in hoop earrings
and the finest lingerie
looking better than they ever did

Pay close attention
and demand nothing.