One night in Mumbai

Remember me, China doll?
wait,
scratch the emerald hair.
that's recent,
honey.

I climbed in,
from your icing garden and
crawled uncomfortably,
through your Venetian blinds,
but
I may have broken
your Father's neck,
your Mother's legs.
I beg your pardon.

Why the frown?
I've returned now,
though,
I never really left.
My eyes, they
always stayed
under your sleeping springs.
During Spring.
God saved the King.

You're statue still,
Emily,
on all fours,
barking beast-like and
condemning the stars; a fraud.
But tonight,
my darling,
you're the only star I smell.