This poem written for an illustrator ..
Mesmerized by
midnight’s bejeweled raiment,
fiendish mind flies
upon the hem of her hindi carpet.
Halo slips between saint
and sorcery.
Taken by sensuous bend of her body,
she begs me follow the gilded glitter
of her ruby cross
until the stain of my loins
flows into the trails of her treasure.
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