Classic Poem

she sits dropping on a caret of clenched arms
a delicately elephantine face
(It is necessary to find Hassan's Place
by tiny streets shrugging with colour)
the mouth who sits between her cheeks
utters a thud of scarlet. always. More
interesting, as i think, her charms
en repos....a fattish leg leaks
obscenely from the dress. One nipple tries.
playfully to peek into the belly
whose deep squirm nibbles, another couches,
weary, upon a flabby mattress of jelly....
than when to the kanoon she totters, slouches,
with giggling hips and frozen eyes