Porto Night
From door to door until the light,
players cruise the Porto night.
Endless streams of cat dance haze,
private like their secret stays.
Loose and warm and smooth and sweet,
magic merges into body heat.
Oxana dances on her private stage,
Daniella lures them into her cage.
The Porto river pulls out to sea,
and drains the anger out of me.
The music flows into my ears,
and calms the storm that rages here.
Through these doors I am revealed,
my twisted heart is washed and healed.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013
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