Sunday, August 4, 2013

Concrete Concubine

I am a kept woman, 
concubine to the King of Concrete. 
Do I amuse? 
Draw you in? 
Closer now, come in, come in. 
I am a collector of men. 
See how the land you pick through lies, 
I have been told that I surprise... 

I have been told 
  in flashed winks 
and smiles of anticipation 
in rooms where I am merely decoration 
that I unsettle. 

Do you dare? 
I handmaiden of high-rise 
dwell in air and there lies 
a paradise 
many flatly strain to reach.

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