Los Angeles

it dies without even knowing it was alive

on sunset drift, the human voices saunter
loudly into night, empty buildings packed with
plastic faces glow naked like
porcelain to catch our eyes, sculpted breasts
and detailed smiles

automatons locked in street-wise yawns to detour
sleek-lined lies made by sultry lips
carving O's

blowing kisses, one for the road
and one for the home and one for coming back
to the fold, she moves

and smells of sudden seduction ensnared, con-
temptuous. if god were a woman,
so must the devil.

Poetry by Charlie fan
Read 637 times
Written on 2006-03-14 at 18:11

Tags Sex  Temptation  Seduction 

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