For the prostitute
You've uncovered me your hands -
Hands full of tender lines,
That anointed sweat from pangs,
Hugging men of different kinds.
You've uncovered me your soul -
Soul full of sweet desires.
Inside which there had been choked
A nightingale of vocal fires.
You've uncovered me your claws,
Claws that taken off my wings,
Like a piece of fat that was
Smoked in the flaming blaze within.
You've revealed the eyes of yours
Dusted by the twenty-four-hour decay,
Inside which a nocturnal storm curled,
Blasting in me and changing my way...
For the prostitute
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2014
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