ph: Dan Skinner

Vacancy

You whisper that you need me,

Doesn't have to mean a thing.

We can pay for just an hour,

You say you'll make my body sing.

I tell you that I'm taken,

You say that you are too.

It's our secret for an hour,

And after that we're through.

The words are spoken warmly,

Your eyes a work of art.

And I see that there's a vacancy,

Where there should be a heart.

poem by Rylan Hunter