Let me tell you;
You still carry it well; ass and breasts and eyes shooting sparks, all hanging together,
Lips moist and parted; laughs for miles.
Gliding through the heavy autumn air,
Ripe and fragrant,
Song in every step,
Streets opening under you; wet and shiny.
But I have to ask this of you;
Do not let them take you down!
With their pale limbs, and
Wives tucked safely into matrimonial beds,
Life savings put aside,
For a rainy day.
Keep on dancing,
Jewelled feet moving,
Under the rain, and sun, and snow,
Even if it does not snow in these parts,
Break the glass in some undisclosed bar then cut the small incision in your left breast just to see blood engraving red inside milky white.
Let them watch.
Chest wide open to firing squad.
Because you alone know when to unanchor it.