Bombay

For me he is the entire city,
unabashed:
curls spilling down his neck
naked torso gleaming amber,
sticky with salt water that stings scrapes
but december dry and warm,
arms veined and marble sculpted,
shakily cradling an entire metropolis
of quick, indifferent confidence,
sand slashed across bare legs,
broad fingers curled and dripping with
shaved ice candied red,
lips stained bloodshot
and languid alligator smile,
low-lidded eyes charred gray
and surveying the ocean through
the safe curtain of his eyelashes

A/N: I didn't really know how to punctuate this without messing up the flow...So constructive criticism would be great, yeah.