A is reading a poem
S aspects A
Melted down bodies in the black pool
A smokes a cigarette while S is dancing
Dancing in a circle
Why am I not pure?
Like dahi or lassi on a hot Delhi morning
of 40 degrees?
Why am I not pure?
You don’t answer the phone
She has a child with blond hair
He has a muscled body
Keep on banging keep on dancing move
A is coming tonight
It does not matter to me anymore
Our love is vurnable
Untamed without scratches
S let me go while I don’t know his feeling
I am drifiting through his pool of milk
My body in the cool liquid
Again I make a phonecall for nothing
And I don’t know which language to use
The voices sing
Goodbye S welcome back at A
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