She knocks on another lover’s door

Although she’s never seen him before.

After a drunken carouse

She loses her blouse

As with other lovers before.

 

His mirror has reflected back

The white and black.

Another lover passing through his door

He’s never seen before.

 

 

He gives her a token.

His love is spoken,

As so many times before

In cold hard gold

Which opens more than doors.