He
Was owned
As I
Was
owned
By a sense of piteous righteousness
A charm that reflected
Only it’s own sicophancy
We dealt together
Two heads as one
The cords of our cloaks
Rattling under the sway
Of desire
Moonlight shone on the scene
Bathers by night;
A charming still life
Of expressionistic hedonism
The guttural chorus
Of our cries
Echoed
Rippling the pond
Turning the tide
The city aflame with
Our spent laughter
Joyous cries
Heard only in the deepest pits
Of human despair