12. INITIALS B.B.

One night as I was
bored to death.
In some English Pub
deep in the heart of London.
As I was thumbing through
Pauwell’s Monstruous Love.
A vision appeared to me
Through my Seltzer water.

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While Emperors ’s
Medals
drip down from her waist.
Glimmering bronze and gold
Platinum rings
Are cutting cold circles
The mark of a slave
Wrapped around her fingers.

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Staight up her entire thighs,
full length boots fit her like flesh.
Framing her body like a chalice
for all her beauty.
She is wearing
nothing but a fragance.
The essence of Guerlain,
in her hair.

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With every subtle move she made,
you could hear.
Her wrists,
tiny dangling silver bells
Then she stepped forward
And spoke one solitary word:
“Almeria”

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