As Long As Canto Lasts
I’ll be around as long as canto lasts.
The beat of drum, a naked blast of sweat.
My skirt, a round, chases the breathless casts
of oxygen - the faces red - oh my -
and so is mine. The passion fire. I sigh…
Of sticks and stones that create hate - my bones
do ache and amplify sensuous zones.
The opera, unusual, its drums
that speak of life and death - skull and crossbones.
When the fat lady rests, my heart succumbs.
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