Raphael Poem by Aria Ligi

It is a yearning thing that velvet crimson opening
Steeped in rhythmic waves and ebony silk
Streetlights, stiff as soldiers salute us, then withdraw
Black leather caught their eye calling - card of a criminal
And the eyes camouflaged behind black reflectors
Searched frantically for- my hand.

- Oh, Oh, Oh Raphael, they are syphoning my lungs
Which once filled, sailed like mighty ships, now, are laid
Empty, depleted translucent blue veiny sacs,
Oh, oh, oh Raphael though my body sings entreaties
Though visions of you and me, rape unceasingly
We are infamy coupling!
Those streetlights stalwart and stern patrol criminals, like us,
In muted, lambenting rays uncovering darkness into light

Oh, Raphael, even the Pan Am building knows our names
They are chiseled upon the pavement
As if we were ancient Greek rebels with dour marble faces
And villainy was imbued in our blood
Oh, oh, oh Raphael they are artless! How you paint me!
Each duvetyne organ; the mouth, the mouth
Bronzed and thick with cream, thighs, the channels of my being!

Oh, Raphael, in your black, black leather and ebony silk
Your revolver is warm on my naked breast.