your eyes are black ravens.
their feathers have
thinned as you go blind.
i weep for you, but
a thousand oceans
would never account
for what you lose
every day, every blink.

you can only hold out
so long before the devil
takes your soul on lease.
you don't own it,
any more than you own me.
you would argue.
it would be fitting.

but i sold you
to the highest bidder,
lowest wanting his way
for one night,
your warmth and virginity
long ago cast aside.

you've been cheapened
with every dirty look,
every final fantasy.

and i would have you,
my fingers plunged in deep.
i would marinate your womb,
but your taste has become bitter.

(i would spit you
from my mouth
before ever enjoying
your defiance.)

12/14/2003

Author's Note: actual title: "an expensive courtesan is still a cheap whore."

Posted on 12/15/2003
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