Listen to my ivory tinklings, tooth and tusk
Boney tinkerings
Pirated, pliared and plucked away
Touch my fox pelt jacket.
Bare skinned and breathing
Hidden pockets, bursted seams and enthused enterprisers.
Savour the wheat of the West,
Carrier cargo from Chad, luscious, green depravity
Goes so well with the fish.
Inhale the essence of India,
perfumed Patialan princess
The conquest of men in darkened dreams.
Espy insensitive declarations
prose or propaganda, a kind of filtered fluency
Cancer or cadenza?
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