Having Made Her Choice

Having made her choice, she reclines on a couch
With a contrived and sultry smile.
And all the men around her leer and prod;
Answer her charming timidity with empty assurances.
She wears a silky robe, overpriced and polyester;
Minces gingerly across the shag
To where she will toss her untrained wealth before
Twice-nominated Woody Rockhardt.
Even in skin, she hides close within;
Exposes only what can be seen.
She knows what she wants and how to get it;
And she is strong enough to write the check.

Denied the dignity of a bed, she mounts the hearth.
Glittery marble marks her flesh,
And calluses scratch and grab and pinch
And smack and spank and knead
And fire crackles and burns and flickers
And she thinks why, why, why, why, why
And stop and start and stop and start and
Not loud enough, get rougher, work harder
No not that way oh yeah oh yeah you slut
And then it is over.

Bruised, she collects per diem and goes home to her de-clawed cat.



Or this version...

Having made her choice, she undrapes a velvet body; warm, young, damp, brief.
All the men around her leer and prod;
answer charming timidity with assurances.
She doffs overpriced polyester; minces gingerly
across the shag; tosses untrained wealth at the feet of some guy called Woody Rockhardt.

Even in skin, she hides close within;
exposes only what can be seen. Knows what she
wants; how to get it; how to write the check.

Denied the dignity of bed, she mounts the hearth. Glittery marble marks her flesh,
and calluses scratch and grab and pinch
and smack and spank and knead
and fire crackles and burns and flickers
and she thinks why, why, why, why, why
and then it is over.
Bruised, she collects, forgets, and goes home
to a de-clawed cat named Georgie.

I submitted this version to poetry.com. I couldn't help it!!!