Plath

Apprehensions in the morning
Cold bites, slip set collar
And duck my head down.

When do I sleep?

Circles dark
Eyes sag
Plum purple

Remember the mystic?  Memory
Does the cobblestone know
My footsteps?  My boot heels?

A gigolo
Gives me aphrodisiac eggs
He smiles sex
I lose my courage and
Shut up

Who will hold my tongue?

January 2005