Gigolo

This is a complete work of fiction, as I have never been a gigolo, never had the offer! It just came to me as I wrote it down on my computer.

Gigolo.   By Phill Williams

I would like you to remember this.
Could you do that one simple thing for me?
You've forgotten some things I've told you before.
Unimportant things, for sure.

Would you hold my hand in public?
Would you show you know my name?
Would you gaze into these eyes of mine.
That behold your silken frame?

I want you to remember.
Though I'm afraid your mind is shallow.
And the more important things that are.
You simply could not balance.

You are married to another.
His money turns you on.
But, out of sight is out of mind.
With me and so with others.

How sad it must be to be that man.
How painful, I have no doubt.
I know he knows, but if others know.
He would surely throw you out?

And so you pass each mundane day.
Arranging flowers in the church.
Making money for the charities.
Making tea for all your worth.

I would tell you “stay away from me" .
I wish I had the guts.
For an hour every Wednesday.
But that's not nearly enough.

“It's all you get"  you tell me.
One day it might well change.
If pigs could fly, or he might die?
You might chose me, over him?

A sickening thought just hit me.
I see you once a week.
Six other days for you to laze.
With others such as me....