Thinking about Sharon Mitchell
Tied to the wooden rafters
On Rue Ile St. Louis 1984—
Dawn creeping over the Paris rooftops
You__naked
You__legs apart
You__your back red from the belt
You__your thighs quivering with each strike
You__moaning
You___ panties in your mouth
You___ ass arching back begging for my cock
Me__Leather engineer boots
Leather Gloves
A long dark green German leather coat
I free thee
You—collapse onto your knees
Hands tied tight
Behind your back
A slave___
Licking my engineer boots
Pret a tout
With dawn Crawling over the Paris rooftops
The you is Sharon Mitchell
A fellow sexual adventurer.
We are cousins sort of.