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Under the awning just outside the parlour
dressed all in black people smoke
and make cheerful small talk and
delight in the maxims
that seem to them, for now, to slow the tide of time.
How softly the starlight kisses me tonight!
Replacing the caresses, you crawling through my inner ear.
In the ashen glow of the full moon
I have become infected,
Like seven caged tigers is my love,
ferocious, wild, docile, contained,
roaring passion for all to see,
for all to admire from afar…