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past, previous and present

dine on desire's delightful deed

left to die in the desert

pleasure pierces the sky's bloodshot yet watchful eye

with an accuracy of target too overly developed to be

gendered 'guy'

perhaps if I were of angelic roots and not just a young

breed of mortal

I would know the best angels needed for the aiding of all

why then I could read the minds of the saints

and fly farther than any free and feathered gull

and my emotions would not suffer at the hands of

'Temper's Raw'

if I were the fair Enigma and not merely a mortal girl

I would trap her faithless lover in a jar of the finest

glass and at his betraying heart

jagged stones I would hurl

but not all desires are so dark, devastating and desperate

for love's sweetest final revenge can be the giving of

'as good as you get'...........

( written Sept 11,1992 am)