By Shadygirl    fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 4 November 1998

Peek-a-boo Woman

I sit
with false ashtray innocence
at your table of
collected madness.
Intricate veins bring life
to the grotesque whispers
that reach my ears.
You seduce me
in the growl of twilight.

Tense smoky eyes
reach over coffee as
strong and milky 
as your laugh.

Peek-a-boo women
pass outside the store
with no notice
of his careless tender language,
the artificial neglect of our past.
And he continues,
equally unaware of them
casually staring, fixated,
in his captivating manhood,
hoping to slip a twenty
to my soul’s doorman
with out my notice.

I’ve had enough 
of your claustrophobic banter.
I’m through with
your contagious
unlimited
concrete despair.

Somehow
I’ve become the 
interpreter of bald
love and desire.
It’s time to smooth
the tender blisters your 
scalding lingo
has caused.

Watch me become
a peek-a boo woman.
Watch me walk by the window, 
with no notice of you.