Aubade 7

Henry vagabond,

cowering in the corner

with his flophouse sweat.

Henry esquire,

soundly asleep in the

back of his limousine.

Tender to the touch,

he was a comfort to her

during her times of need.

A love without end,

he gave her all that he had

while asking for nothing in return.

Ribbons and bows,

petticoats and pigtails.

I followed her once

into Waterloo station.

—Was she asking for it?

Well…