you drain my nightmare
by M C Beauchamp
Thursday, November 14, 2002
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A classic birth - you drain my nightmare.
Warm radiance, a surge of molten amethyst.
Dream damaged wisdom in your eyes,
and hidden jungle rivers in the way you move.
so thoughtfully paradoxical,
My soul rusts in its lust.
Your raging beauty could slice through this
How truth can mystify!
Strange sentinel in the void,
insects in the shadows of temptation.
Love is a shot of whiskey to the head
of the beast.
She rides an avalanche through
the membrane of the storm.