In the late 80s Shanghai was a very different city from the world class metropolis it is now. Folks burned soft coal. There were no street or neon lights. The Bund was dark, the old  Wealthy European Enclave. The Peace Hotel roaring 20s elegance.


Shanghai you aged carmined  courtesan   
Haughty in black lacquered hair 

Rouged crepe skin draped in Damask

Silk teasing another generation

Of naive lusting conquistadors  

Your grit and smoke sours the mouth
From soft coal fires that hide the sun
Your Orange skies at noon that burn the eye


Your fantasy gardens lie in light

Pagoda's red wrapped in orange blossom 

hide the lust that drives the Bund
The night dark near the Peace  Hotel

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-28 at 13:09

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Vivid and well-wrought. Danke!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Is the world becoming homogenized? You evoke the exotic, the sensual, the hidden.