And in his head, succubi. And in his head, eyes watching. And in his head, minds impinging. And in his head titillation
for a gardenia a
water lily
They watched. They watched and they drank from the deep troubled pool of his mind.
a rose a
hyacinth
The sucked deeply at the moist quivering core of his id. And they delighted…
a pair of phlox a
wild celandine
back they plunged in the spiral
as it spiraled back in upon itself and the darkness of the night of 1888
withdrew. The spiral
drew in and in and locked at its most infinitesimal point as
the charred and blackened face
of the man who had been the
bull thistle