Join Me Listen To The Sitar Players Theorise… - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Join me on your knees on your belly please…
With Gold in her teeth and hunger in her eyes
The devil whispers in the reeds come join me
Join me listen to the sitar players theorise…
The movement's serpentine in willowy skies'.
See the honey locust sunset ascending roots
See how your thighs make shadows ripple
See how the boy's eyes twinkles oval tributes
See how his thoughts remain ever wistful
Join him in shade like a moth ever vernal.
Let him provide "light" poked out of darkness.
Let him watch your wings burn star bright
Let him hear the moon sing her loneliness…
Let the devil be fulfilled quiver like a red termite!
In the baron emptiness a harlot strikes at night.
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