Ah one of many exotic female cities
swelling hip in possession of a fountain while awaiting
unfamiliar culture her peckish tip of the tongue in the corner of her mouth
smile meeting smile in the doorway of the song
was the heart of the city a haven?
female time is getting on what lovers thought they could catch
they wanted to stop it with a long arm touch the evasive shoulder with feeling
peel off asking Time to come
oh my drunk mouth is left wide open by her
on the street my tongue out
her warming life-giving essence so gentle
a playful desire as my mind is inseminated by darkness
a big planet dragged by a cloven hoof to quench her thirst
nightly guarding the door of perception in the difficult centre of desire
Mikael Ejdemyr
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