Charles’ battle

How he battled

the pull of her hair

“deeper than darkness”

he used to drink it

along with his other

appetites

the sea of her loins

 

How he wrestled

her beauty

hiding behind

the next inky scratch

so visibly shuddering

within

so coarsely mocking

without

 

And then he raced

ink everywhere

captured he brought

her down on paper

and fell asleep

into her dream

 

But morning saw her

just another ball of paper

crushed and bruised

under the table

September 1996

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