Seasoned in street-wise thoughts,
yet young in the expanse of time.
Picture framed against the barren wall,
rabbit-eyed in street lights glare.
Counting the grains, silver wrapped,
Anticipating getting lost in dragons smoke,
(can she conjure a phantom lover
in these tattered shreds of dawn?)
Diamonds trapped in black ice,
light to the cars high beam.
Dipping, as if to hide embarrassment,
on this escape from suburbia.
~spark of conscience greets her smile
So much like the daughter left at home~
Released from their prison,
tongues of partners scent dance away
on back alley breezes.
Cold air battles with hot through open door,
as a glimpse of sanctuary holds his gaze.
A porcelain whore, emotions wrapped
In frosty glaze of virgin ice.
So easily broken.
Toothless smile, gaping from ear to ear,
bubbling crimson onto alabaster flesh.
Deathly breath accompanying,
sighs of orgasm.
draped across soft ermine pubis.
And as the sky drips wet dreams,
onto tinted sun-roof,
dawn rips away nights shroud.
Discarded in the gutter,
eyes wide to greet the light,
legs still open, as if waiting for her phantom lover,