call girl

lit-up hours arranging
and waiting,
rusty anxiety alternating with stars
(starting at the sound of cars,)
the ackward introduction
eased by her easy babbling:
search-light bright eyes,
an erotically angelic face
under blonde hair
and a body from a movie,
negotiations,
rules,
strange but gentle embrace,
various naked contortions
reminescent of various lovers and situations,
explosion and descent...
shared pinot noir and cigarettes,
she takes off under the moon
leaving glorious light, perfumed air,
leaving's melancholy,
and a tiny black glove
to remind me of this angel of the night