Thought Prints

with eyes of coal it stares across the room. with a siren's voice it  whispers come to me. . . wrap your tongue around me in delight feel the pleasure  just one more bite. look away! run from the voice! let the succulence not seduce you again. petra domina

where is the one I once loved? the one with which I created babies? are you buried 'neath the  bones of our child? where?