henry

it is strictly leakage
the secrets on the page
marking
passages pivoting through odd
angles of my
blind faith this story gives anais-
her wings,  donning her diamonds
ready to sing-
this girl loose on vinyl
deep within her animistic instincts,
here you will have me;
woman in the flesh
so unlike the pairing of
henry and his whores
moving about 32 rue Blondel
behind closed doors
it is the paroxysms
of love I've recovered
hours of absolution from his generous mouth
sinking into mine his fingers tingling over my side
seeking anais
with
my "beautiful mind"
hah
because of you, i walk the line


shadowing his words is an
open wound
things will be different
when she returns soon
desensitization is evident
in the common man
imprudent in his passion
to oppress his senses he will
be under the killing moon,
waiting for June.