Me and Parvati

Me and Parvati
In Paris, France
Surrounded by musicians
Dressing to dance
On the tomb
Of aquisitions
Where bloomed
Our positions

Scattered like scars
On the skin of the stars
Needing celebration
We entered a bar
The conversation
Centered on
Conservation

She dropped a tear
For the frozen deer
In the forests of upper Thailand

Out on the street
The fragrance of paste
Lingered on her fingers
The forms she traced
Blushed to feel their
Unfamiliar blood

She made her name
On the exit lane
Of the famous Stellar Highways

Out on the street
Sobbing with lust
I hoped for a banquet
She denied me a crust
I blushed to taste such unfamiliar blood

Seeking sudden treasure on the Rue St. Jacques
The delicate creation of a bruise on her back
Struck down from behind
By a process in the back of her mind
Time will tell if her spell was cast or improvised -
On the curve of disaster I never dared to ask her

She made her name
On the exit lane
Of the famous Stellar Highways
Out on the street
The fragrance of paste
Lingered on her fingers
The forms she traced
Blushed to feel their
Unfamiliar blood