At the muse hotel tonight
I have a rendezvous with a sight
She sits in waiting
On the red sombrero sofa
Her nails glossy and scarlet
Her lips glisten for attention
At the muse hotel tonight
She haunts the dimly lit lobby
She sits in waiting with
With a Gitane in hand
On the red sombrero sofa
Her hands smooth and veinless
I step from the courtyard
Into the checkered floor lobby
Like a lamb going to the altar
This strange dark haired woman
Where she comes from I know not
But she has an appointment
She sits in waiting
On the red sombrero sofa
Like Salome before her last dance
With lips glistening and liquid
Scarlet nails gently tapping
On a priest’s wicked sickle
She waits for the pulse of my blood
She waits for the warmth of my flesh
I have a rendezvous with appetite
At the muse hotel tonight
--
much gratitude to Maria for the use of the photograph
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