Vegas Strip

like a sun lit dew drop in the desert heat

dripping thousand dollar beads of sweat

dressed in a a single string of black diamonds

and dancing in

the warm evening air

at you i sit and stare

amongst a crowd leaking lust

a craving you brush off like dust

They either don’t notice

or just don’t care

the deep dissonance of your dance

revealed as our eyes meet in reluctant glance

pessimistic elegance still shines in your sequin eyes

but you don’t like to see me there

as you expose all

while concealing yourself entirely

you inspire me

to poetry

I desire the


to dance my own dance

and to forget

all that time

I spent so entranced



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