She was a working girl from five to midnight
rarely standing by the window in the red light
the men would wait in line for their twenty minute turn
it would make my heart sink and my stomach churn
and at the end of this nightly torture we would meet
her smelling of many men and cologne nasty and cheap
yet I always greeted her with a big hug and smile
she was one never to be tamed, for she was a wild child

We would sit by the river bank with hot coffee
sometimes laughing sometimes crying
and when it was cold, I'd put my coat around her
she knew not I loved her and inside I was dying
after a couple of hours I would walk her home
she would ask me to come in, I always said no
I'd kiss her on the cheek and with fingers in her hair comb
say goodbye, and head back to the river bank to tearfully roam


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
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