Entering The Straits.

 An angel & an other angel walk Out of desert wilderness in To
this town, this city, its twin. Man, angel, toasted chestnuts on the
breath.
 Sage, clove & cinnamon body rub. Men: Tobacco pouch, leaf, pipe.
Angels: uncropped, nails long, unshaven. Unclean. Not so delicate as
youngish boys.
As girls. As women & men. As the landed titled & served, who
wear hot spring water bathhouse fragrant heavy olive-oiled skin. Angels
not unscarred,
but loyal, footsore & wearied strangers who breathe my name like a
cooling sheet.