Fool's Platinum
Sitting in the darkness
We stare at the technique harlot screen
Where a see-through celluloid sex symbol
Stands, hands thrust crotchward,
The air tearing at her pleats.
She is spread wide upon the silver screen
Her flesh still there
Her breasts still inviting
The lie sensuous dream.
Shattered as the credits fall.
No curtain call
Yet still she will be back for more.
Copyright © Barry Freeman | Year Posted 2021
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