Join Me Listen To The Sitar Players Theorise… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Join me on your knees on your belly, please
With Gold in her teeth and hunger in her eyes
The devil whispers in the reed's come-join-me.
Join me; listen to the sitar players theorize
The movement's serpentine in willowy skies.'

See the honey locust sunset ascending roots
See how your thighs make shadows ripple
See how the boy's eye twinkle oval tributes
See how his thoughts remain ever-wistful
Join him in the shade like a moth ever vernal.

Let him provide 'light' poked out of the darkness.
Let him watch your wings burn star-bright
Let him hear the moon sing of her loneliness
Let the devil be fulfilled - quiver like a red termite!
In the barren emptiness, a harlot strikes at night.