Sonnets—Realities XIV

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