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