Limping hyenas howl at hallucinating ravers who stomp
and twirl
Their dreads drenched with sweat, embedded with the sand of the deserts, as
Fornicating couples and orgies collapse on the ground
Clothes disappearing from sinewy bodies, whilst all the while
The hyenas howl, as the human
beasts forget.
In an abandoned amphitheatre where a lone opera singer caresses a song
she’d forgotten,
Tourists are coming and so she brings together her lips,
But with pleasure, like when I stroke you with a feather,
Because this women has awakened her
sleeping soul.
When a woman whose legs have opened to
an ocean,
Pulls the covers over her smiling because she knows she is alone.
Enlightened Gurus enrage gold-obsessed minds
Who sit in chandelier smothered restaurants masticating for more inches on
their bellies.