Dear Charles,
I wonder if I went back in time
to rewrite history all in rhyme
might we have met in a salacious bar
and made dirty love beneath the stars?
Waking up wrapped in hotel linen
tasting your lips still stained with gin
I ponder how my name might sound
from your tongue with words profound
Would I become a tawdry poem,
your desire, an insatiable, cursed omen,
master, a beast, A Dog From Hell
seductions of some wicked spell?
Don't leave me yet, I have not said
all I wish to proclaim before bed
take these words and eat them,
like the fabric beneath my ruffled hem~
