I wrote this real quick one late friday night. I was sitting on the plaza outside blonde waiting for some friends to show up. I kept going back to this thought that everyone entering the club was either wearing black or white. This interested me because one night stands seem black and white. Felt fitting to think of it that way.
Black and white—
blouses shuffling in the night.
Boney hips waiving;
simple lover's playing.
Black dress and blonde dye;
desperation marks her thigh.
Searching for sweet youth;
ignoring the strange truth.
betrayed by a sonic noose;
cotton boundaries slipping loose.
Chivalry is a price to pay;
for the players' game to play.
Begging him not to leave;
lust lies in its sleeve.
bye crows the cock;
hello chimes the clock.
For another innocent night;
of black and of white.
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