Yesterday in the night club
After initial exchanges
And after repeat order
Of the drinks
She asked me in a sly
‘Do you write poetry?’
With twitched eyes
And lips parted to
Exhale the words
And the smoke

‘I think, I do’

If you write a poem on me
What do you write about
My large ear rings,
Mascara, or the twirling hair?

Please spare my bosom
the curvature
And also my complexion

Do you want to know
About the scar on right shoulder
And stab on my left rib

Forget it
Let us have another drink
And move on.
Do not close your eyes
To muse about me

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