In Memoria

 
I use your faded photograph 
as my talisman heart 
and it serves me well 
save this wretched burn 
from your hot kiss 
where your feral tongues of fire leapt 
into my open mouth of willingness' 
and there were bred 
the dogs of complacency 
who howled your praises 
and barked your madness 
while you left them tied in chains 
pawing at the ground of my bitterness
so i capture you 
in still moments of your wicked grin 
and notice by genuflect 
the glimmer in your eye 
that was 
and still is ...the Calamity of Gin