How much are you worth this night?

In coins and crumpled notes I count

The leased out pleasure of your arms

And lights that waver off your face

No shame, no haste

No pride to lose

That never was for yours’ to be

But for us to own and kill

And stab into our flesh in glee.

I can’t make out your smirk from smile

Which stems out from some putrid depth

That owes some of itself to me,

The other half to blurred out lines

Of fate and life and health that run

On your palms that now are mine.

I think I will just hold you in

Or look into your eyes to see

That hint of pain, that trail of love,

And who blinks first, you or me?

The night is wilting, slow and still

As withered petals float in air

I find myself, as if in dream

Sleeping mired to your hair

Last night I bought a part of you

When you drew the curtains close

Unknowingly, I sold you then

A part of me I never chose.