Smooth as velvet into the shadows
of cognac and verses of déjà vu
looping the loop in rendezvous
with the scent of taboo aphrodisiac
And a prayer counting breaths
in artifacts of my hunger
and old library books
in the twilight’s inglenook
Of my fetishes and obsessions
against the geometry of skin
whispering secrets of ecstasy
where pulse finds its gravity
Surrendering to my pleasure
with Grand Marnier in the rain
a ghost in corset feeling the pain
trembling the shudder, wanting you







