The night-guard and the prostitute.

The night-guard and the prostitute.
snk

She is such a dirty girl.
I'd love to take the blame.
I saw her for a fortnight -
before I knew her name.
I met her at a late night store,
shop-lifting with her 'friends'.
Pockets full of condoms,
bound for sticky ends.
A casual acquaintance.
A casualty of me.
I took down her particulars.
A-1 Security.
Smiling for our cameras.
So evidently clear.
Closed circuit television -
confirming every fear.
I asked her for a statement.
'Always wear a sheath'.
She smiled in my direction.
A flash of perfect teeth.
Well known about the district.
A porn within the game.
Respected in her field,
in a car or in the rain.
And who was I to judge her?
Just a player on the stage.
A victim of a system.
Only free to roam the cage.
A prostitute of 'being'
Pretenders to the scene.
A uniformed disaster.
Just a code upon a screen.
Two souls with one intention.
One glance and we were gone.
The night-guard and the prostitute.
The fuse that lit the bomb.

sneak