Close your eyes well before you step out
into the massacre
of a bright summer day,
Filled, and thrilled, with the fragrance
that lingers
like fingers
Keen on your skin underneath
the G-strings,
And every fireball well inside your orbit curves
shakes the silks, breaks and explodes,
with tongues of fire licking up your thighs,
Little dervish hordes picking on the dying fires
in the dance-floor
to explore,
and to forget,
Like a panther in your silky think-tank of pants
eats you up, and sells the rest in remnants,
So, close your eyes well if you're parading the dawn
Alone.
2012.
Parading The Dawn
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2012
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