Prophylactic

You get that hitch in your throat

Your going to cry and you know it

People walking past staring at you as a idle curiosity

Your tear stained shamed face ,used

You were used , in a bad way, did things you normally wouldn't ,you sold your self

You're Like a whore's rubber , the kind that has marks running down her arm

You were a five dollar transaction in a port a potty

Nobody wants to come close ,they could catch your inhumanity

No one wants to touch the used prophylactic

Smoke

A cealing of stars meet my gaze

I'm floating spun gently by Aphrodite the godess of love

Soft lamps cleave to her form like a lover

They caress her as my eyes sear her reflection into my brain

A lovers touch

The taste of salt

Firefly's and starlight standing watch against the ever changing shadows; which meld together like smoke left in a room

Furnace

Do you remember

What it was like ,when I brushed my lips against the nape of your neck

Down to the middle of your back, just barely raising the hairs there.

Pain of desire

A twist and a torchered shutter.

A moan , a gasp and into the furnace.