Hanging lashes dangling off her cheek.
Long, dark, Amazon hair dips and touches my heart.
My eyes are steady, gazing fast and stern with mal-intent to do un-natural things.
Cigarettes ash and females weep but of all the beauty a bar reaps this something that actually speaks.
A cold hand over a soft thigh.
A new nakedness with a new person.
My new Amazon who can hold me better than I hold myself.
Forget the old Finch, she’s no good to me anyway.
My new Amazon will love, she will give to me, she will awaken me.