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 a celebration We entered a bar The conversation Centered on Conversation She dropped a tear For the frozen beer In the forstes 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 crush I blushed to taste such unfamiliar blood