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Scarlets
Lights are low
Cast red ember reflections on
faces
And in pupils of eyes.
Always muggy, sweaty – a pressure
In the air.
Breathless, gasping for
oxygen.
Diamond shapes in stockings
and
Glitter on their eyelids.
An elevated self-confidence in
Their strides.
A few hours, one night only.
A week.
For silhouettes of testosterone
dreams
On silver poles and shiny
floors.
For musty men
Thinking nothing only, only
(Children back at home,
dark black bedrooms).
In their element
Down the notes fall
And tuck themselves into bras,
Or thongs.
Rent money
Lost and rent money gained
A circle of life and motion
Of ass.
Round like pearls
Trapped here in the name of
Money.
