Shadow in downtown fog
Where neon scalpel’s strobe
Pares through blank eyes
Firefly’s glittering glory
Child of the night
Beckons
Asks for a dance
Grime-stained Madonna
Offers
Plagiarized heart
Reaches out
Do you see her?
Does she touch you
Someplace
Where you’d rather not?
A prisoner of circumstance
Not your desire
Whether for pennies
Or habit
Cries in the dark, alone
As you pass by
Secluded
In last call’s haze.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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