dodger

in the bazaar stands
a seller of aphrodisiacs
a personable doctor of love
standing all day in the human throng
his clientele comes from below and some from above
our friend is a listener
a counsel of intimate hazards
of inarticulate desire
the truest mate
and that is how each day ends
he stood all day in the centre of a circle
and pulled hard evey way
at home at night hes torn by pain
and the only salve he has
makes it all come back again