the Demi-Monde

zirconia sparkling on
yesterday's decollate

xenophile fingers
wrapped in manicures
velvet gloves
unlaced and knowing

taken to the shadows in
sanguine suites
running to or from
quixotically

pennies in silk pouches
other girls' surrenders
nestling in the corner
milking money with
lust

killer heels arched
jet-setting and broken
I's
handbag stitched perfectly

g-spot pleasures
finished in bathrooms
empty as the day
delights

carnal muses in gold
beckoning and starry
as the day turns to night