Wanting More
© jhene erwin 2003 all rights reserved
Draped in boas.
Eyes, dark and puffed.
Reflection, hard.
Lighting rough.
Too tired for indignity.
Too weary to be angry.
Wanting more, but so goddamned bored.
Peeling hope back up off the floor.
Preparing for her function.
Strip tease in the peek-a-boo tradition.
Her ballooning mass beheld.
Her privacy wide open.
Five man band punctuates pulsations.
Skin craping down on thighs.
Gravity pressing down on flesh.
Her privacy wide open.
Too tired for indignity.
Too weary to be angry.
Wanting more, but so goddamned bored.
Peeling hope back up off the floor.
Grease-stick settling into pours.
Body powdered. Gin slides.
Eyes slick
The make up mirror magnifies.
Audience starved wanting to devour her.
To touch her laxing skin.
Her surgery free anatomy.
A reminder of another time.
Too tired for indignity.
Too weary to be angry.
Wanting more, but so goddamned bored.
Peeling hope back up off the floor.
“Wake up,” she says aloud,
dropping her head into her hands.
“Wake up.”
Too tired for indignity.
Too weary to be angry.
Wanting more, but so goddamned bored.
Peeling hope back up off the floor.
