is waiting for you with shimmering eyelids and soft plentiful body under rough cotton sheets
so why you always finding yourself here with these skinny white girls instead? they look about to disappear like thin threads of opium suspended in a dark room just before someone opens the door.
and maybe thats it--you was just dizzy with the smoke,
unable to speak once wrappd in the bony arms of these well-shod ghosts with mist shrouding their delicate painted feet.
we both know that in the end you will wind up hand- full and empty-eyed
as pale milk starts to spill in the gutter.