I dress in rags
held together with golden pins.
I dance with drifters to keep my feet from knowing solid ground. 

I’ll meet you on a balcony
or buy you a drink at the bar.

I’ll write you a poem
or call your name with fervor (not forever) .

But please don’t cry deceit
when my pockets spill your riches

when my hips summon you from a distance
when my mouth outsmarts your resistance.