Last Night in Old Bangkok

last night I walked the streets of Old Bangkok
and there did find in the crimson dark
a porcelain doll opaquely dressed
and painted in promises surreal.
she vowed to love me long-time,
when I took her to my embrace.
but when the morning dawn did come,
the white of light revealed to me
that my doll was gone to whet
the taste of other lonely souls,
of men who measure love in long-time.
my heart bruised and ego tossed,
again i wander the streets of Old Bangkok
and there I hope to find blossoming
in the cherry light a porcelain doll
painted wet in translucent promises surreal
to love me long-time. at least,
her heart does pledge, until the daylight breaks
and turns me out once more
to walk the streets of Old Bangkok.