More about Water

More about Water

 

How desperate;

looking through the lace

of fine lingerie,

spitting on the ground

into curbside potholes.

 

Perplexed.

 

Just moments ago

she was there,

and heat radiated

from her,

flame in an hourglass.

 

A c-note

and she is gone again.

 

A one time affair

that has lasted a lifetime.

 

Lipstick on the butt

of her crushed cigarette,

still has a little shimmer,

but no smoke.

 

And it will be a few days

before the call is placed again.

 

A time is chosen.

 

For another one-nighter

that will last forever.