Speed Punk Portulaca

She wears a battered leather jacket,
candy pink baby doll slip
and sky rocket stilettos with
soft silk ribbons,
listens to Siouxise Sioux,
on a rewind loop –
she can’t get
no satisfaction,
eyes like rainy Sunday
with flutter satin lashes
bedroom lips on red alert –
bell pepper hot-suck hard and flirt,
she walked into the grunge pen
like his favourite song,
marble-moon skin, gleaming,
under neon kitsch, green lighting,
a trading post of astral princesses
beatnik lizards and roller rock
boys , acid accordions java-ing noise,
with his psychedelic tulip shirt and black velvet flares ,
afro cuban heels, and crocodile stare,
manscaped goatee,
and feather violet hair
he was ready wanting, desperate to ensnare –
on the smoke blackened wall
his anti hipster scrawl
pimp limp, and sneaker grin
he slides in tongue on tongue
tripping their kiss with cherry pop sun.

Saira Viola
Illustration: Elena Caldera