Parkdale Amazon

A woman busting out all over

A woman busting out a lover

A woman wearing black all over

She was native or maybe part black, with curly hair

She was either drunk, stoned, bi-polar or empowered

in a black dress that seemed threatened by the body beneath.

The v-neck of her dress was under siege from cleavage

She was wearing fishnet stockings and high heels but she was tall already

An Amazon dream dressed up like a hooker

but if she was she wasn’t working

perhaps because she was too hot that night to whore it up

She walked across the street in full view of my window

and proceeded to hike her knee length dress

high up to her hip bone where she tied it.

Then she tied the other side until she’d made herself both cooler and hotter.

As she walked the sway of her hips threw the street off balance

It was hard for me to look at her and hard to look away

She looked like she was probably more used to wearing jeans,

had a presence that said she could hold her own in a fist fight with a man

and could melt the women around her with womanhood.

Her body was aggressive and unyielding

but willing to give in for money.

A short, skinny, masculine woman with a brushcut and a bicycle came up

They seemed to know each other and talked briefly

then they walked off together down Queen street.

I went to my other window and leaned out to watch her walk away

Her dress was knotted at each hi p but hanging down in the middle

Just enough to slap the imagination with magic indecencies.

My eyes followed her drunken sexy stiletto pivoting sway 

She reached out with her left arm and hooked it around the neck of her friend,

            then yanked her head into her shoulder and held her there as they walked away.