My dear, when I first glimpsed you
leaning against the frigid firebricks, my toes
turned to ice, and I heard running
nerves in my head bouncing
back and forth.
The sting of your cigarette lingered
on your shirt,
little pieces of ash clung
to your black chest.
They tempted me as I surveyed
scattered patches of sky between clouds.
Don't think you fool me. I know you
are here, with me now in my mind.
No ebony dragon of hatred possesses the fear of
my soul. Back off
and stop your smug flirting.
Shadowy beasts always eat themselves
alive.
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