Angel of the Third World

How are you today,
My angel of the Third World?
Has your school boy hair grown to rush
Like the Black Niagara your husband loves?
Do you still wear that fruity fragrance
The only thing I could bare sticking to your skin?
Do you seek me in the books I gifted?
Or do i reside in the forgotten
Whore houses of your memory?
Your nightly rituals of Love
Are colder than the winters we haven't met.
You looked wonderful in the veil
The last time i saw you
Majestic caged tiger.
A third world angel,
Unemployed in God's infirmary.