I ink a letter to Niki an' Chris Notarile,
a sentence to share an altar . . .
Notice Niki an' Chris enthrall in action,
a tattoo tantra, letters in attraction.
A, C, E, H, I, K, L, N, O, R, S, an' T.
An actress Asian martial artist entices, slices entrails.
An ancient lion roars, he trains her, a killer cat alert.
Stalk the stairs, knock, kicks, attack, a cat statistic.
She's Latin Kali.
Chris tells stories, to sell.
In the streets, a technician, stitches stones and talent tactics
Train station shots, silken sets.
Take One . . . "Settle . . . "
Skills she shines
. . . scares the shit
An innocent intent.
. . . scissors scratch.
Her heart aches.
Take Three . . . their Secrets:
Italian Chris: Nearer to thee oh alcohol . . .
Niki: A carton of nicotine, hashish secrets, a heroine's heel . . .
Take Nine . . . she Shines.
Oh Cat! Hear her health
Her Healer, these essential estates.
Her skin, skirt, her skills,
Stretch his stories his streets, his stresses, his takes
her tactics, stick, his searches,
. . . a rocket rises. . . a role takes roots.
