The Kissing Prostitute

… 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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.