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Lovely Creature

Again she comes, my lovely creature, dark night upon dark night
To flit fleeting through the blackness, yet be gone before the light...

Oh so beautiful, my creature, sum of all unearthly bliss -
No angel up in heaven could ever steal my eyes from this...

Draped all in night's dark substance with a teardrop for a clasp,
She holds the promise of untold freedom and forever in her grasp...

But oh so pure, my lovely creature, with her skin as white as milk,
Her lips the hue and texture of the purest crimson silk...

Her tongue, my lovely creature, it so sensuously flicks
And I reach up and remove my protective crucifix...

She steals closer, lovely creature, like a thief, like a thief,
Lips pursed in anticipation, revealing elongated teeth...

Oh she calls, my lovely creature, and my will before her broke,
Watching the blackness fold about her like a liquiescent cloak...

Such beauty defies description, no word, no musical note.
So I stand before her. Smiling. With a gently upturned throat...

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Acknowledgement is due to Nick Cave: the tempo and the lovely creature come from his song; the words are mine.


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