in a small room.
staring through
the window.
calling on the
moon goddess
for deliverance.
sometimes i build webs
in the darkness like a spider.
waiting to catch you
in a hungry moment.
or i sit motionless
in the darkness
like a cat.
eyes aglow with primal
passion.
i come stampeding
into dawn like a
rogue elephant.
tramping and trashing
the last vestiges
of lonliness!
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