The Prostitute’s Proverb, For a Price
I am not a handmaiden of some lord.
I am a handmaiden of what for;
a prologue of a pouting deep darkness
dark like the shadows between and below
lips pouting and legs like the dexterity of raindrops.
And I will tell you what I don’t know
and tell you that I do know
that what I don’t know
is better than what you do know
-maybe, I don’t know.
My mind is not made up,
but my bed is turned down,
and my head spins round
and round and round with the thought
of you making it up to me.
For I am only lost once I am found.
If you cannot see me
can you see me frown?
Do you indulge the gentle pull of my lips?
Indulge and sink into the pool of my lacy white slips.
She will only stay white
in the fierce moon glow of night,
they say. I say
I am only and always a damned good whore.