city of romance  

“do you want to try this sober sometime?”

that’s she speaking.
she being a nymphomaniac
frenchnosed and fading beauty
sinking into thirtysomething.

he was young and foolish then.
was it only yesterday?

beauty aging, desperate,
clinging to youth.
youth fumbling, hungry
for release.

“maybe.”

easy cum, easy go.
her body was young,
nipples staring still skyward,
skin taut, flawless.
only the face- victim of seasons
and experience- stated the age,
and especially the eyes,
dimly burning down,
candlespit before the flame
goes out.

“what am I, just a cheap fuck to you?”

his beauty was past due too,
bleary-eyed and acne scarred-
but his belly was flat and
his cock stayed stiff. 
a wiff of beer and cigarette smoke,
bad habits and broken promises.

“maybe.”

her smile surprised him.
she rubbed his belly, softly,
as the morning drizzle
rolled down

the windowpane

© 2006  c t staples