Namaste

Back and forth 
back and forth 
culture whores 
were removing the skin tags 
from armpits. 
The private plateaus spurting 
lemon grass juice. 
 
Between kind questions 
and cruel answers 
I watch the heat rlsing. 
 
Scanning the leukemic beach 
the sex drenched hour 
squirms with pubic pain. 
 
Two round hills - 
firm breasts tucked under white clouds 
were weary of lip slaves. 
 
Namaste sunset 
I was waiting for you.