While the ink is wet

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While the Ink is Wet


pulling back indigo drapes
two moons
full and bright
fight for rulership
of your night
shining such as sun-spared skin
of Oriental women
and these moons heave with breath


keeping them within arm's reach
to catch a glimpse
(just a glimpse)
of those holy tattoos
those winking inks
and the exotic lands they promise
before blindness
off the light reflected
from her belt buckle


It might be a man's world
but we built
it all for
you
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There you have it, post number eleven. (approach with trepidation)