Letting furs drop to the floor once more, basking in the lamp of Nod.
Lightly bending back the string of my silver arc with dainty Austrian crystal fingertips.
The doe is unaware.
Glory be to the one who does not know love can heal, steal, or kill,
but hunts, hunts, hunts, as the whispers of ghosts responsible press her onward.
Shh. Shh darling, go to sleep.
Release. Swiftly, gently. Precisely.
A soft powdered snowangel.
Sink into my arms and dream.
I assure you that I use every part of the animal,
That I find you delicious.
Lightly bending back the string of my silver arc with dainty Austrian crystal fingertips.
The doe is unaware.
Glory be to the one who does not know love can heal, steal, or kill,
but hunts, hunts, hunts, as the whispers of ghosts responsible press her onward.
Shh. Shh darling, go to sleep.
Release. Swiftly, gently. Precisely.
A soft powdered snowangel.
Sink into my arms and dream.
I assure you that I use every part of the animal,
That I find you delicious.
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Wow! Nice!
Standing in the sunlight
Muscles tensed
Like a bow quivering
Like a stream of falling water
Fluid yet able to erode rock
Look like cables
Made of glass
You tense up
And release
And then are
Gone