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'sheets and towels' timothy r gates, 7/28/2008 (inspired by the collective words of tamari's posted words)

Beatrice,
unrequited Dante'
prays for her embrace.
Paradise gained,
yes, Paradise Lost,
perpetual crucifix in the eternal heart.
Children of the night,
enlightened,
children of the day,
partake each other,
no delusions of disconnectedness,
'Eat my flesh,
drink my blood,'
not a new chant,
the intoning of koinonia.
Love drips from her
limbs,
from my lips,
this communion begs for another day,
now.
Lovers that love,
yes, Paradise found,
laugh at their need to clean up,
afterwards,
sheets and towels everywhere
(these never seen at the theater),
smile at others' grins,
forgot, so our lie goes,
to wash away all the connections,
our amorous sweeps linger.
Vampires learn from Faeries,
chuckle at the aromas of blood's attention,
savor drop after drop,
(Lovecraft applauds)
in the afternoon's sweat,
yes, i jump,
thinking that i say this only within,
'It's so good not to have remembered
to wipe away all of our remains.'
--Then someone walks by,
not holding back all of their amusement,
chanting a rhetorical phrase,
'Sheets and towels,
i know that too.'