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.