Brothel

I sat there in that chair
nestled closely to the window

of which i looked out down below
to see the people leaving church

and in that brothel i sat with the
light burning my leg

and the longer i sat, the stronger
that desire lingered to be them

those people free of conviction,
well, at least that’s how i saw it

before i turned back to you, my
unholy temptress, a purple dress

barely covering you. I think that’s
when i paid you for my services

and with the passing of those
golden coins, was so, the mourning.