I did not really know how to rate this piece. I also did not want to follow the most recent post with it, but with a lighter one, but most of my poetry is trapped inside a broken laptop right now. The title is indeed a double entendre, but not just as in the meaning in the first part; it also means that it takes two to tango, as they say. Relationships are complicated. Love is close to hate, all that. I consider this my most polished, tightest piece. By the way, in performing this one, I take a sharp intake of breath right before the first word of the last stanza, and look up, because the object is not in the hand of the fallen "beast," but in another hand. I welcome all feedback; in fact, I welcome negative feedback on anything I do. Please do not refrain from writing me simply because your feedback is negative. I am the eternal student. I welcome your thoughts on how I can improve my writing.