In The Shadows

you stand in
the alleycat lanes
of shadows
light flickers
dances on and off

you hissing
at the competition
waiting for
the next punter
a plastic smile
plastered across
your face

someone's someone
must pay
for services rendered
no one must speak
of this
secret tryst
it is an act
a show

I give you
thanks
as it
sets me free
for my
butterfly dreams
and time to make
and time to sew
stars into
my eyes and cover
misty moments
with no words
just deeds