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You rock me wildly
 To the black rhythms of juju music from the radio;
 Drinking horn in hand.
 Not too drunk to tread
 The course of blue, warmth
 And moaning shadows behind batiste curtain.
 Waves crashing beneath your waist beads
 Ripples tickling the reeds of your hair.
 An eye is caught watching through
 The chink of the half-timbered wall.
 Coyly, you put off the oil lamp.

 Tonight woman,
 You smell of sweet sin.
 I could watch that smile
 Into the gates of hell.
 O the juice of your bait
 With the scent of your sweated melanin skin!

 Night is beautiful
 With your passions untamed
 And your rosy poetry
 Seeping through your life-giving breath to every sensual cell.
 Its hard to strain on the leash
 Woman.
 Its more comely to be wild.

 Its black and white except for the butterflies that fly in your eyes
 And the rainbow in mine
 That even now reflects in your face by this smile, vaguely.
 It is a wonder how you uncloak
 The man within to reveal the lips bite of this hard life.
 Your finger is rich with finds.
 I'm not so careful. Call it savoir faire?
 If you've seen enough to make you run away.
 Keep the questions coming.

 You hang me in the gallows of your stoney stare -
 your fingers sliding into pretence as you carress my face.
 Pushing me to the wall
 You feel for the second layer.
 Crossly, you pull it off
 To stand face to face with half a man whose footprints you trace
 walking out the bolted door.
 Through the venetian blind you find the other half full
 With the bethrothed of the village chief.
 Woman that never would be mine.
 You're jealous of the woman in my head?

 You feel for my heart
 Its rhythms not themed of love for you.
 Lips not a beat in sync with all I swore
 The moon I lassoed unto your laps deflates like a hot air balloon.
 Dream of us like a canvass of waterpaint washes under the downpour of
 your tears.
 Your azure turns leaden.
 A brooding silence
 Brings my tongue confessions unspoken.

 Indifferent, I taste Bacchus in your mouth
 As our tongues twined like jolly serpents
 While I sail the Snake River of your spine
 Invoking the madness that would spice the night
 And would make memory lane worth traveling on.

 You lick me only looking for love bites you never found.
 You must have thought she is a nun.
 You smell the borders of my bushy chest like a lion for foreign scents.
 Woman, your love is territorial!

 You turn down the volume
 Kissing me down to my navel with your fangs
 Strumming my sacred strings with deadly claws.
 The darkness can not hide you now
 This is the hour of revelation.
 The veil of your temple tears apart to reveal ashes that were poems in
 your censers of 'not-my-kind-of-man'
 To the one you love that never loves you back.
 His smile was all the rhymes the muse never gave me.
 My discovery was lime
 melting a fat of lies.
 You turn thin enough
 To disappear into thin air.

 Music ends, kicked over
 By your feet.
 Too flared up to put on your roseate gown
 You walk out the
 Door from my life left always ajar
 Into the dark wearing your sackcloth.
 It occurred to me arithmetic was the answer.
 Halves makes one!

 Woman, it is not good
 you're are leaving me stranded.
 Never knew the night was this cold.

 Cock crows at dawn with you weeping at my doorstep.
 Woman did not sleep
 She found mathematics.

 Music pours from radio.
 Halves meet.
 Curtain.
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