He comes like a phantom
Cloaked in black velvet
I hear the honey in his voice
And succumb to the beauty of his face.
A tingle spreads from the crevices of my bones
This dark, dangerous stranger
Who feeds on my passion
Like a truculent incubus.
He comes in the night
And wanders in my dreams
An angel with black wings
The canker in the heart of a rose.
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