Norman King Lloyd


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

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