Zywa
In the dark at my window
Light dances out from the club
It colours the wind
in my net curtain
The rain rustles and splashes
in the greasy gleam of the wet film
over the mud road through the village
A woman and a man appear
and play in their underwear
They push and slide
Mud on their skin, I watch
and undress in the dark
Where is my darling?
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