It was that night
The moon a fought-for sovereign shuttered sky
Reflected the guilty faces of him and I
Turned her red. Genial joy
Licked the perennials poised, beneath our legs
Like some hungry bitch, still bent upon
Her eclectically only empty sex.
Warped white noise smote my heart, unheard of
Left inside its death lament
Upon which we watched
The old return of
Adult
Hurrying in her
Acrid breaths.
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