She is the vision that few men behold in a lifetime.
her business card is a farewell note.
it begins with  Dear _______ (fill in your name).

She is Eve, Jezebel, Cleopatra,
Salome', who would take a man's head for a doorstop.
an angel in tattered, soiled silk.
devil-girl, with neon eyes and flaming lips...

when you saw her, your eyes became wide,
you wanted to speak, but your throat was frozen.
so she said it for you:
* * *  I know I'm beautiful  * * *
she's not conceited, she's simply aware.

She once asked you  What do you do for fun?
the concept was unfamiliar.  I don't know...I write poetry.
She said that's fun?
and then she shows you fun...Fun...sweaty,
pulsating, and thoroughly draining.

as she brushes her hair, she says  That'll be a hundred, baby.
you admit   I'm broke, but can I do something for you?
She turns, and spits out   Write me a poem!
(you don't think she's serious.)

and she goes on her merry way,
wearing mangled hearts and crystallized tears
as trinkets on her charm bracelet.