metal heart

“Let me see your soul,”
Says the man to the topless girl,
“I want to see what’s inside,”
Says the man, waving a thick wallet
To the girl with knees like knobs of ash
Hips like sticks and stones
She doesn’t hear him
Shaking her breasts
Spinning curls in her flat honey colored hair
Circling the pole with her tanned thighs
And a dry cunt that humps the phallic metal pole
Like the earth revolving around the thing it needs the most
Because it has to, because it knows no other way
“I need to see something the others wont,”
Says the man,
Redoing another button on his shirt
A blushing budding behind the starchy whiteness
And he says to her,
“This is nothing new,”
“This has been done before,”
And he puts his money away
Not finding what he needed the most
From the girl who would be the last to give it
All of her 18  years years has amounted to bare skin

And sultry moves in a dark room

He twirls the gold circle on his finger
Wonders where on the earth the answers are
When it’s not at home
And can’t be negotiated from someone
Who puts her privacy up for sale
The girl with full breasts and closed lips colored
In a wild shade of red,
Flashes a smile to a slob in the corner with a fantasy to fill
And a 20 dollar bill
She strips the last of her layers and shows
That a naked woman could be both beautiful
and Invisible