Twilight Rendezvous

Oblique light stealing its way into the dominant darkness

Silhouette images, nocturnal busy bodies

Leaning on streetlight posts, somewhere in the shadows

They camouflage in the parade

Some retreat to the dark alleys where faces are obscured

Marred by shame, they hang on a reason, even justification

Or they jump into fast cars with pot-bellied bank accounts

A cocktail of fluids building sexual pleasures for the wild

Their blood swim in alcohol, a flowing stream of poison

They lose themselves in habitual sniffs of powder

Or sharp needles poking on skin, emptying heroine into the bones

Thick red lips of young women

Or are they children a long way from home?

Their breath rising like smoky ghosts into the icy air

Hands rubbing on hands, on arms

Clinging on cursory warmth

Their teeth chatter in the sadistic cold

Paying homage to the lustful twilight

Appeasing the loins of needy and greedy men

They all want the same thing – to survive the city

Cruelty thrives in the city, they know it, they live it

They have seen it in Nairobi Half Life

Suggestive looks to a stranger in an Armani suit

He grins above the tinted windows of his imported Toyota

With a beard the colour of thick stratocumulus clouds

A hairless patch streamlines the shape of his rotund head

The stench of his money pulls them in

They circle, they smile, they beg

The Toyota speeds into oblivion

The thrill of ménage a trois overshadows sins committed in the dark

Inside isolated hotel rooms

They sell love to the highest bidder

They are the masters, they are the victims

They prey, they pray too

Teetering between the moral compass of right and wrong

Hanging between a judging society and a vindictive law

Men in blue swaying bats, intent to capture

They are cornered with a hit

Hurdled together in the corner of a black van

Tiny cell are their homes tonight

They hug the dawn as freedom is granted

They rush for the streets, they wait for twilight to roam in the shadows



About sensoria300

I harness words, I thrive on them. I tell stories. I am dreamer, sometimes a poet but mostly I am a Game of Thrones fanatic. Lady Olenna, Lyanna Mormont and Arya Stark are my spirit animals.

Posted on December 8, 2013, in Poetic Justice and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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