Soft and graceful slithers she through the door,
No send-off words said, for are no words needed.
I am drunk-mute, every word is a prophesy, am saving it.
-Call me - reverberates ‘I love you’. -No - echoes I will.
Feral beauty, feelings, in change, sinfully amicable.
She hears no questions, I hear no lies, just talking.
- Am freezing… can I crash at your place, she axed.
Oxygen pumped head swivels down and up, arms join.
I effort myself to talk… lights, people, am voiceless.
– My name is Star. I knew she had trades with heaven.
We stopped by a shop. Eden. Apple. Juice. She treats me.
- I’ve got nothing on me. I wish I did. Sorry… I lie.
Dressed she rolls under covers in sweet moans. Dressed.
I deadfall next to her. Fourth night in Vegas ‘ve seen it all.
- Come closer, rules she. Deadbitme obeys. We cuddle.
I melt down, I don’t want anything from her. She’s the same.
Hotel clock is set on jazz. I start feeling her pores. Tunes within.
We dance dreamlike. She is warm, no longer a game. No longer
a stranger. The daintiness of men all and the infamy of her own.
In fake reluctance I follow the music, her touch, her lead, my shame…