By AnnLeigh Clair McGregor
Date: 26 March 1998
THE LOVER WITH NO RESUME
Talking To Myself . . . .
I could swear you had the shape
of something human.
To reach and touch you,
belies my thoughts of demon.
In your strong embrace,
I feel most secure.
Maybe a little too close
to a strange nature.
I see your grin too large,
your laugh, a howl . . .
Your eyes and their bright gleam
outshine any owl.
What are you now . . .
please tell me true?
I am starting to feel drained
by you . . . .
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