He was master
Of disguise
“Dominae A Nocia”
Black satin and gold thread
He drank from cups lined with
The prettiest stones
Polished to fit well on his splendid lips
His splendid tongue
And when he laughed -
Oh the laughter of -
“Espiritu -
And when he took to the sheets
All lies of the purest silver
Radiated gold in the purple moonlight
How handsome-”
Don’t believe a word of it.
They don’t know him.
Not like he knows him
Not like “-
Menicia”