Fourteen

I liked your face it was a place I’d been before

How I never thought I’d find you here drinking blood

1900’s Vienna where women torture men with beauty

Awaken light on Klimt’s canvas give birth to wolves

New York evening the streets fold into film noir

These are nights when love burns a hole in the heart

Thieves hump demure women drinking champagne

Had we been strangers idling by on lover’s lane

I would have stood half-hearted Don Juan speechless

Here where god is a sculptor from Italy I beg we dance

This is our Nicaragua there are no guns but we fight

Grandmother’s dress vintage drunken Louise Brooks

I watch as you fall the two lovers in Chagall’s Birthday

There are no angels here love is a prick of skin with knife

Among men malnourished intellectual victim sex prey

You haunt me dead flower drink me my miserable tear

I stand lost poet bodies buried handsome burial suit

Given time become widow read these words to ghost