Electric air aromatic with a roast coffee
your pastel thighs
blonde carpet
no one is left to sing the old songs
dance the mumbai waltz
pray to the lady Godiva
a pilgrimage in long pants to the holy saint
that erect statue sharp with sin
an oppressive rain pummeling people
priests in prayer deny them shelter
toes in the cold grey clay
a grey like Helen's stained eyes at the piano
she stands on the parapet parading
her desire overflowing and heavy
captured somehow in a weightless dance
strip away the street light
see what is lurking in the shadows
bare your fangs like a cornered coyote
shop girl closes her book
zips up her raincoat in slick mitts
disappears into the stormy night.
TA
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