RAVISHMENT AND MUSE

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predisposed grace

with clicking heels down a corridor's tile

angel in the form of a well made up face

heads off to her next conquest

with a shirt pocket filled with guts and guile

improper etiquette will crudely be set aside

by the mutual abusers of this love like game

of unchampioned chase

one well practiced woman for many men

but at a yet disclosed price

for say maybe just a simple pony ride

(maybe just the case)

I no longer wish to ponder such gate and just

where the assignation will take place

before this night softly falls

while she likely cleans up the mess she let be

made

even encouraged it by some strange other

just standing here now looking her over

puts further chill in the blood of the one who

co occupies these halls

one finds it most difficult to digest

why that she , this ageless creature a nocturnal guest

could be someone's wife, daughter, sister or even

mother

that scares even the wit out of this pen

how did all this madness for money start

and why

but better yet I must ask when?..............

(written Oct. 1, 1993 am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this came from seeing a woman I was pretty sure was a prostitute in the hallway of a friend of mine's apartment building exiting late one night as I was walking in and I could not stop thinking about that woman and this poem came from my wondering about her, her lifestyle what made her enter that profession and such.

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