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tears fall where they may. small drops of crystal glass,  no more then a smashed memory of love. tears fall to wet the grinding stone, sharping the tongue. tear fall down cheek, soft like silk, from eyes of granite.

Welcome to the dark and twisted corners of my mind. around every turn is fear mixed with hate. And to what do I owe the honor of this late night visit, That you come to be at my threshold door? waiting to be ask to come in. to enjoy my terror, to see the shadows dance a macabre welts. why do you linger on my stoop? do you wish to watch the burlesque of the dead, the comedy of tragedy. the ladies of my past. stripping away the flesh to show the meat beneath. Open your ghastly maw and speak. why turn from this grizzly show of blood and bone to look out over the nights cool air and see the shadows there, do they hold sway? but ple

I watch as the gown falls slipping down like a fall of water. The gown puddles to the floor and with it my heart raced As I look upon her seeing only her a strange beautiful creature. Hair dark as shadows I reach for a handful of this soft shadowy darkness. Pulling her close smelling the sweet perfume of her body. looking close at her face and see the freckles dotted there by angles. For what seems eternity I am lost in her eyes deep misty colors of the earth. in them a great mirth a laughter so much does she loves life. My gaze lowers to her breast that presses crushed between us my heart beating needing to be known and glancing down