brando lovesong

granite evenings
when mist settles
amidst smoky recollections
around the underpants drawer
with velvet strings

so much you ought to drown
gulping smog at the bay
as factories dark machinations
wear warily on into the day

and nights are lustful
filled with lustre
sensuous sex and leather
studded youth

i take back the confession
her eyes glowed like volcanic interior
a vulva in my brick wall
Marxist pamphlets inseminate such
fascist bliss

to be considered a gentlemen
is to watch from mirrors
in my attic summoning spirits
capturing hearts and knowing
when to let go of shadows

as love though effortless
always has its
limits......