The Harlot (2)

The Harlot (2)

A Poem by Terry O'Leary

While all night queens carve figurines in gelatine and jade,

Behind a door and on the floor a deal is finally made;

A painted girl with flaxen curl has plied again her trade

And now the care within her stare has turned a darker shade.

Her lack of guile and parting smile are cutting like a blade.

© 2015 Terry O'Leary


Author's Note

Terry O'Leary
I forgot to cut and paste, the first time I tried to post this...

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Oh yeah, once the cash is passed, you might as well not bother.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

8 Years Ago

Thanks for the comment!!
Those eyes that never match the smile, captured perfectly.


T

Posted 8 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

8 Years Ago

Thank you, Terpsichore... much appreciated!
Good work,

Great rhythm and use of language.

Top job!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

8 Years Ago

Thank you, Leon! Much appreciated!!
What happens.
Lovely word choice; imagery in HD.
Smart write!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

8 Years Ago

Thank you Jimmy! Much appreciated!!

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Added on December 30, 2015
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Terry O'Leary
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