By Shadygirl fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 26 July 1999

Brian Speaks

You verbalize my 
Yesterdays and 
Dreams I'd forgotten
On carefully plotted chords
Carried in hand baskets of whispers
Like a big-brown-eyed red riding hood
Unaware of the wolf
Eyeing your tender throat.

I confess through a hazy stare
Your lips to my hand
And leave with tiny hairs
Tickling
The toes of my pores.

I feed on the memory of
My prey
Growling through a concrete jungle
With my pack
And race home

to be alone with my thoughts
Of him
And his song
And his lips
And his throat

And my teeth ache
To draw his heart's blood
Into my own.