A tiny glistening speck
tears holes in cumulus cotton.
Faster than sound
it drags shreds of vapor
from a growling bear into
a seven-legged dragon and
an old man’s head.
I'm just a gigolo...
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OK. The truth be told, I guess I was a gigolo at one time.
I wasn't trying to be. But a woman I had sex with paid me for my time. It
started cuz I missed w...