Monsieur Rimbaud...
Stand there, now, in the slits of Winter moon,
and remove your clothes to reveal where my mouth will graze
the supple agonies of you --
Where your longing cleaves to your ribcage
and decadence turns a lens of your vision
Under that grey moment you held me firmly at the waist
In the shiver of a young woman's bedroom
Monsieur Rimbaud...
Do not mistake me,
for the beasts of my hands wish to seek you,
under the leafless coverlets
where your fists ball into my pillow-slips
and my kiss receives the length of your
recalcitrance
Monsieur Rimbaud...
Recall with me the candelabra's ballads
the flush of the maiden's breasts
crucifying the buck of a turncoat's hips
As you motioned for the union
of revolutionists
Under this charm clinched body and soul
And made a flawless whole

02/01/2005

Author's Note: I have a very unfortunate crush...

Posted on 02/01/2005
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