The crypt coldness
of the alley walls
always bothered her
even more than
the bad breath
of her furtive clients.
Her thin shoulders
were bruised and scraped
by the bricks,
as the speed of fiscal passion
abraded foreplay.
Her working clothes
were a hentai fantasy;
short, with slits
and scoop;
and a mile of leg
disappearing
into leather micro.
Her eyes held that look
of reflective knowledge
found only in the better work
of a few Dutch Masters.
The mind-place
she visited while working
was an old friend
from a lost childhood:
a place to which
she continued to be drawn,
even after learning
her test was positive.
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
