She knows what I like
she strips but keeps
her jewels on
stone and metal
gleam and clash
a slave and a
conqueror as one
like light and sound melding
into a dream she crouches
won't let herself be loved
her restless body
moves from pose to pose
as if a tigress tamed by
music and love
erotic, unashamed, her sleepy
smile sharpened by red
gloss on her lips
she fixes her gaze into mine
her arms, her thighs, her arse
like oiled mahogany
an angle of destruction
but childlike candor
radiating from her eyes --
till the song ends and
the red spotlights flood
her dark skin in a flash
that glows like blood.
Note: This poem is based on another English
translation of the original poem in German at
http://www.lettere.de/insp/index.html#Quotes
(via sulekha)
Thursday, December 7, 2006
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