The Other Woman (A Stolen Poem)

The love of law and order,
Of white and yellow lines.
Of ordered streets and gardens
Is running in your mind,
Strong love of forsaken promises
Brown dreams and soft dim times
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt bitch,
A girl with throbbing thighs,
Of distant thoughtless moments,
Of despair and gruesome times.
I love her far horizons,
I love her open mind,
Her beauty and her terror -
This cute brown find is mine!

Stark white panty lines
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted moments,
Of tomorrow’s pending doom.
The black tangle of her bush,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And moments deck the tree-tops
And scorn finds no more room.

To my heart, my country!
Her pitiless black eyes,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see our dreams die-
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we brace for the storm,
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

An opal-hearted woman,
A wilful, lavish girl-
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand-
Though men hold many splendors,
Wherever they may die,
I know to this brown girl
My homing thoughts will fly.

The Other Woman (A Stolen Poem)

Digby

Taipei, Taiwan

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