Raphael

It is a yearning thing that velvet crimson opening

Steeped in rhythmic waves and ebony silk

Streetlights, stiff as soldiers salute us, then withdraw

Black leather caught their eye calling card of a criminal

And the eyes camouflaged behind black reflectors

Searched frantically for my hand

Oh, Oh, Oh Raphael, they are syphoning my lungs

Which once filled, sailed like mighty ships, now are laid

Empty, depleted translucent blue veiny sacs,

Oh, oh, oh Raphael, though my body sings entreaties

Though visions of you and me, rape unceasingly

We are infamy coupling!

Those streetlights stalwart and stern patrol criminals, like us,

In muted, lambenting rays uncovering darkness into light

Oh, Raphael, even the Pan Am building knows our names

They are chiseled upon the pavement

As if we were ancient Greek rebels with dour marble faces

And villainy was imbued in our blood

Oh, oh, oh Raphael, they are artless! How you paint me!

Each duvetyne organ, the mouth, the mouth

Bronzed and thick with cream,

Thighs, the channels of my being!

Oh, Raphael, in your black, black leather and ebony silk

Your revolver is warm on my naked breast,