Apr 2012
At the traffic lights,
lone woman
in red,
astride a motor bike,
drenched in rain, wait;
thousand eyed desire,
court her in a hurry,
before the light
turns green.
O
lone woman
in red,
astride a motor bike,
drenched in rain, wait;
thousand eyed desire,
court her in a hurry,
before the light
turns green.
O
