Jasmine was her name in English,
And she moved like a carefree cloud of it through the room.
Her hips would squirt from side to side,
Would lie lazy upon the walls,
The mist that she excreted.
Down darkened streets she followed me,
As the lights shut off,
And I stood alone, abandoned,
Beside a quiet overpass,
A drain infested by rats but not people,
And with cars sleeping, engines off,
The brain of the world closed down for the night,
Just me, one person at last, alone with her.