Tuesday, March 11, 2008


A woman dreams of saffron midnights in Bombay,
She longs for crowded markets and stifling heat.
Noise is what she wants.
Noise and sights and smells.
She walks through the streets chewing
sweet and exotic candies.
Her sundress clings to the sweat on her thighs.
Her hair has come undone.
She has finally come undone.

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