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come to me, milk-eyed beast
who carefully caresses the interstices of sleep
with a claw bitten to the quick;
you move slowly against the coming dreams
whose heat cause your legs to flit nervously around the covers
like two nesting birds.

you have surrendered your muzzle,
your artful growls, the thick sensation
of appetite rendered in blood in the skeletal woods--
all for the secret power of dreamy recollection,
the close-lidded lashes of manhood
where your laughter is the sacrificial knife you have searched for
to make essential this pact.