A Dangerous Game
by Sabrina Dawkins
Fashionable and tight,
clothes hugging me
as if before a long goodbye
from long-distance friend.
Give part of paycheck
to fill up
with throbbing rhythm
vibrating my bones.
Put me in a sweet trance.
There with two friends.
But do they know we are foes?
If he approaches her first,
it’s war.
Clothing to hug in the right spots,
to show I’m the better pick.
Arching my back till it hurts,
giving illusion form
in my exaggerated curves.
My mating call
to a stranger
in a dark, fermenting,
tobacco-soaked room.