Lonely erotic dances and
whispered bonsoirs from
darkened glass pane
doorways,

angular faces and
rough hands clutched
around an unwilling
forearm,

"I have a bed,
and you can
stay the night"
she whispered softly
and the man
across the street
watched us intently.

I didn't even have the
forty dollars,
but that didn't really
matter all that much
to me.