Farrah Sarafa

I am naked: white and blank without designs of powdery white clouds,
without grey fringes and savvy design,
so I consider lending my body to the bitter pleasure
of a pale, grapefruit ale;
    I consider giving my body up for sale.


Salvation: I consider asking for a sample of the salty lime ice
pale-green, citrus dream,
a cheerful little sin,
      I consider offering my body, not much.


Consumers in sunlit fields, wear metallic shields, bid no mercy
        for lamp shades mauve embroidered
              or yellow chandeliers;
                they neglect what yields
                    true beauty.