they sway like willows to unheard music
hands move out towards you
like curling tendrils.

RASPUTIN

Strange teller of strange tales!!!
your eyes juggle all over your face
women lean into your breath
and regain youth, smile
lift a brow, turn a shoulder
and
they sway like willows to unheard music
hands move out towards you
like curling tendrils.

Gypsy of many magic!!!
where do you hide your alchemy?

— to Santhosh Kana, written in blessed anonymity