Downtown in Spokane

He was coif and pertinent
unexpectedly beautiful
his face did not improve w. make-up
smokey eyes and distracting masculinity
a few extra ribs, and angular
a woman's perfect ass
husky cock I could never quite get hard

burlesque bouffant but unsustainable
short dress of immodest length
a decent exposure
long runs along his black stockings from
run-ins w. strangers
he keeps me busy in a maze of
perfumed costumery
fingering his lace hem
unbuckling pink corset

in the lurid red light tumbling together
squirrelly satyrs in an old oak nook
discarded appetites
and lingerie
intoxicating pulse of silver stringing
through our erect vascular cycles
returning again and again to
the glass pipe
that wandering eye
devourer of an ordinary life
my open throne regaled to impassioned touch
eager lips greeting
grieving mothers
open containers
this lascivious queer king of chance encounters.

TA