Indigo & Orange

My fetish was black hashish

My walls bound in Morocco

A rococo interior

I themed marine colours

I had tiger skin rugs

An anchor and oil burner

Dispensing petrol and tar

To smell like harbor

Indigo and orange

I chose for my d├ęcor

A sad tone and a happy

To light my interior

I lived mostly by night

A samovar on a coffin

And the bright purple waters

Sometimes a black slave arrived with the price

Carved into the skin, of his exotic vice

Indigo and orange

I kept a pet tortoise

With a jeweled gold shell

A cold sun on the carpet

A lapidary fireball

I grew sensually bored

With all natural things

And studied my image

In a fistful of rings

Indigo and orange.