Urdhva Hastasana Salida del sol. Her paws are bare Ablaze against the black stone heat of the morning stroll Pausing for the last monsoon, whispering Salut? There would not exist consequence for a dampened nose of pusillanimity Carelessly drawn to the astrophysical realm of celestial bodies Illuminating the chivalry once more. We'll sing chansons Oh cabaret! The circumstance and pomp eliding Lavishly rouged lips from sterling glances Exposed by the slow and sultry raise of copper eyes Premeditated, so that they lift in perfect timing Beneath dark lashes to seem accidentally mesmeric. I still lose amethysts They drop from the back of my ears unexpectedly Their plunge of contact against the water Catches my attention but no more Of a thought should surface except to surface The stones from the depths pooling around my ankles. The rain won't drain and hasn't for months She scratches her hair but the pining never stops. I rub her ears so she'll display such an ardor Revealed in company and solitude simultaneously To be weighed and doubted and accepted and declined Beneath the stony gaze of the eyes of a god Swindling a wrinkle in the shower curtain. Alas what a shame it is Besitos aren't quite fancied here. Ne prennent pas garde aux berceaux, Que la main des femmes balance. Puesta del sol.