COUNTESS II

Imagining the smoke burnt

imprint of a tatoo

with tapers flickering,

the bejewelled gaze a dragon's snout

must bring

or the serpent coil, crimson flame

curl of dashing cobra,

its very fangs drawing

lifeblood from the fleshy

perch in smooth, red scorching.

On the pectorals of a sailor.

Perhaps whiplash of the granite waves,

grim trucker with a "Mother"

grasping chains

that see burly sandbags in place--

hirsute biker, cords of

hair lashing his tattooed lady

the lavender caress of scar

with implant that

of the chopper itself,

her fleshy buttocks

careening off the road.

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