by fionnagh oaks
Sunday, February 24, 2002
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we wander through the mountains together
we search them for understanding
when we walk out of the clearing
we see the hunger
the raw emotion
and the anger mixed with your lust
for the young innocent blood that courses
through our veins.
we look at you in fear and in awe-
your hands begin to dance
flittering over our body like a
thousand tiny moths....
leaving us flushed and dirty.
we move back and you move forward
and the dance has once again begun...
we run, but, not fast enough
we cry, but, not loud enough
we perish, but, not slow enough....
the new ones are created
and when their creation is done
you, come again and again
soon, we will out-number you...
and soon we will be free
from your love and lust.