Traces

by wechslerh66

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

two muskets at dusk
& the trace of musky lust

you were of the mood to explore
where you never were before
& I was your whore

no words of regret
no transacted silhouettes

we sang “Mission Bell”
me & Demoiselle

& the room was warm
& we had nothing on

ecstasy, went the dark Lord
you were somewhere west of bored

you went home, went to bed
dreams of Acapulco Red

& a neverending war
of where you never were before
& you never wanted more:

two outlaws at dawn
& the trace of nothing on

I dreamed you attacked us
& told us we were cunts

“don’t hate my blackness,
it was what you wanted once”

Photo: Takeo Yamaguchi, “Three Shadows” (1958).

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