Norman King Lloyd
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The Ravenna Pact
My lover has come back from the shadow of our night
With a pulse, just whispering: for me, for me!
Caressing my body with his complex heart
He begins upon my eyes. I bite into blood.
Kiss his wrists, sooth his worry.
And like the soulless lover I am, undo his face.
Just after seven, as the early light lisps onto my smile
He knows my prettiness is wild and selfish
And turns to the wall. I sit quietly.
Holding back appetite. Outside the foreign voices
Are like bright coins falling on stone.
We breakfast on the balcony and write postcards.