The Kissing Prostitute

by Paul Tristram / February 13th, 2022

… well, yes and no, really…
I wouldn’t call it
an ‘Interview’ exactly
… we were acquaintances
before becoming friends…
we do like each other a lot.
Nah, I’ve not fucked her
… I was curious
about the ‘Soul’ I could see
peeking out from behind
the ‘Front’ she’s built up
to protect herself
from the Adult World…
and I was right,
she’s an angel, beautiful
… deep inside…
she mostly hides it though.
That’s nonsense, crap…
it wasn’t to ‘Outdo’
the other Working Girls
… she felt sorry for him,
his wife had recently died
… he couldn’t get it up,
so they just cuddled
… and she has this…
really big heart-of-gold…
and they started… Kissing.
She thought it would ‘Help’
… make him feel ‘Better’
but, he became obsessed
and told lots of other people.
Soon, droves of them came
… seeking-her-out…
it quickly became dangerous
… she had to quit,
and then move home, twice.
She slept on my settee
for the first fortnight or so
… now, she’s doing
Spiritual Work…
helping out the Homeless
… and I’m to be Best Man
when she marries Alison
towards the end of this year.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, February 13th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.