Two Na**d Women
I saw a lady, walking nude –
A dame of Nordic stock.
And people stared as she went by.
They giggled, gaped in shock.
But she was shod – in fu**-me shoes,
With leather straps 'round calves.
And as she passed, I saw tattoos
Between her buttock-halves.
But though I squinted then to see
What the markings meant,
She strode away – and out of sight –
Unclothed – but fed, content...
I later saw a woman, who
Had not a shred of clothing.
She sat, despairing, in the street,
Subjected, there, to loathing.
She'd neither shoes nor sandals and
Her face and frame were gaunt.
Her eyes were filled with anguish – eyes
That will, my nightmares, haunt.
And as I walked, embarrassed, by,
And offered her no hand,
I saw, upon her wrist, some marks
I could not understand...
The first I saw was pink of skin,
The second, she was brown.
The first was smiling to herself,
The second made me frown.
I wondered what the tracings meant
That graced the first's behind.
It mattered not – that cryptic sign
On her I'd left behind.
And in another dream, I saw
The two, reversing roles.
I wondered what that signified
And whether parts were wholes...
2014 July 20th, Sun.
Brooklyn, New York