KAZHAKSTAN
The sun is yellow on blue silk
Aisha says.
The color of my lipstick is red
So are my fingernails
And my car.
My tongue is pink.
And match my nipples.
Your left breast
Whispers its name to me:
Sye Dazia: the bright and sparkling river.
Your right breast is keeping secrets
From both of us.
That melon says:
Two can play this game.
