Hotel lamps hum like secrets.
You’ve done this over and over again.
Each woman—silk, champagne glass half-full.
They trade names, places, whispers over bubbles.
You nod, file reports, sip carefully.
Every truth tonight tastes a bit too sweet.










Hotel lamps hum like secrets.
You’ve done this over and over again.
Each woman—silk, champagne glass half-full.
They trade names, places, whispers over bubbles.
You nod, file reports, sip carefully.
Every truth tonight tastes a bit too sweet.









