Hennessy

it's a poem of a memory of drinking brought on by the smell of a marker

The smell of slick peach marker
ran smoothly down the soft white paper like
the way egyptian cotton tenderly kisses
those places he caresses in private rooms.
Writing words
she didn't care to set her eyes upon
but bringing memories she wished to covet.
it takes her to the place
where a wiff of putrid air
turned into a noise existing
In silence.
where a smooth, Spanish man
drinking clear liquid, undiluted
proceeded from the shadows
pierced her eyes with those of lust
and he alone took her
to a sin whose taste defined her
and seductions sweet caress
tasted purely of death
but made her quiver warm.
and flushed her cheeks and lips
and made her features rare.
Her beauty undeferred.
there's a beat undone in her untouched breast
as she has so become.
and her turning back
to where her heart set a plethora of
Rhythmic beats
likens her to something pale
like a rider in the wind.
  The smell of a slick peach marker-
ran smoothly down her throat.