i will rip you to pieces if i love you i know i will and gather them to my breast the way a lone wild beast will guard its only morsel in winter darkness oh, the stories i could tell you of darkness the nights of unsight and unsound, tossing and turning in the wilderness of a bed when you grope yourself together and look into my eyes you will know me I fear this more than the terror of passion the claws and teeth of insecurity more than solitude loss of the blood of our communion more than the winter darkness my love
(c) 1995 john garnett drummond
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