Courtesan

SALACIOUS TIGERS PROWL THE STREETS,
BUT THIS CAT WAITS IN WINDOWS,
DISTRACTED MESS OF LONG-LIMBED ARMS,
LEGS TO WRAP AROUND STRANGERS
LOVE'S TIRED GLANCES FALL ELSEWHERE, THROWN
HEARTS TRAIL BEHIND THEM
LIKE TAILS ON A COMET--
SWIFTLY THEY TRAVEL HOMEWARD.


THIS WAS A WORD PROMPT WHERE I DECIDED TO START WITH "SALACIOUS", ENDING WITH "HOMEWARD," ALSO BORROWING FROM THE OPENING LINES OF THE BOOK I WAS (AM?) WORKING ON, "SOME WOMEN WALK THE STREETS, BUT MY KIND WAIT IN WINDOWS" (SLIGHTLY MODIFIED ABOVE). I PROMISED MYSELF TO STEP IT UP AND BE MORE PROLIFIC WITH MY WRITING NOW THAT THE NEW YEAR HAS ARRIVED, AND ALSO NOT TO USE THE WORDS "SWIFT" OR "SWIFTLY" AGAIN IN A POEM. WE'LL SEE HOW THAT PANS OUT.