By Shadygirl   ed4u@hotmail.com
Date: 23 October 1998

The Banshee

Tearing shreiks
escape
my lips
as I cry for you.

I regret now
that I had lacked
readiness
to allow
love-making
to tangle our souls
and bodies.

Memories
that never existed
are all that keep me
warm
at night.

And the banshee in
my throat
has no intentions
of ceasing

Not with out 
your searing
fingertips.