A ghost
From the Ivory Coast,
She paces,
Her body bare
To England’s air.
She has been to places
That he
Would not wish to see.
Would it be rude
To intrude
On her thought?
Perhaps he ought
Not. Yet she is nude,
And here for him
And his sin
Is she not?
K Morris - Poet 
Enjoyable and cleverly written poem.
Thank you. I am really pleased you like my poem. Best wishes – Kevin