Another asphalt kiss A black tarp love affair Creatures of the night Roaming this neon dream Filthy but gilded in glamor An air of desperation Hangs like two forlorn lovers Will it be a night of romance Or do their pleas pass you by? A rose to be forsaken For its thorns are many Or will you succumb to temptation No matter how fraught with peril? Is not love but a wondrous con artist Casting your gaze elsewhere To cast its hand into your pocket? Choose wisely wanderer These decrepit streets take no prisoners