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YoU, the beast in the guise of a human form;

they say you can bury a love's heart by the

heat of your hook--wanton conviction i often

find myself standing by the doorway, fixated

to the unknown. Night after night i await for

your advent call, i hiss at your most abiding

blaze, i love to look into that ruddy eyes--be

enthralled by the flaming intent look of your

eyes mellifluous unto my parching soul. Rest me

to a cavernous sleep, take me where i can see

the crimson of the night--life is wanton,

I beg you to take mine.















written 11/21/2002