fuchsia lights on soft young skin
every lonely man's dream
stare of a strangers desire
softened by the before drink
dressing like a dreamgirl
candy smiles for rooms of alcohol angels
with haloes of stale smoke
beauty arrives then disappears
like a ghost
she's new at this dance
the swivel, the sway
that was created for men's pleasure
her accomplishment is to make them
feel special
she wants to be liked
but the bills on the table at home
won't wait
her old friends vanished
with the means to reach for
the educated kind of glory
while her dreams are earned
on a small space budget of a slim string
she checks out
to a summer long ago
forgotten by the love who left
her behind
and now her body sings in rhythm
as heated eyes lust for the girl
beneath fuchsia lights
she smiles
she's theirs for a thought
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