Everywhere is the farthest my body has ever been Feathers soaked in tar, bodies longing to feel the world Despite mute talks and stares I’ve always felt powerful, in control of my explicit deeds Naysayers, hypocrites and ‘know it all’s’ have judged Bestowing sentences without paying attention to the facts My dignity lies bare for the world to see I’m lost, inadvertently in a moment of ‘trust or lust’ ‘Love won’t pay the bills’ I retort This market, filled with willing souls yearning to reach its peak Pleasures whether fake or real keeps the pain at bay Talented hands warm in the cold Lips familiar but strangely conveying sensual nostalgia Dollar bills falling: our exotic ticket to paradise My body feels premium love here, what a shame.