Stork Erotica

I'm turning
into a dirty old mind,
wear sometimes a red fez
or Tibetan pointy cap.

Been to Fez
on several occasions.
I see art in every
body. Even yours.

Where the inside
of your shoulder meets
your breast.
See you at the Kasbah.

Should I of this
make a poem
and speak of storks
topping minarets.

by Alexandre Nodopaka

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