Messenger Of Night
The flesh between my teeth
Slid from my initial probing bite
Like the sensual slithering of a raw oyster
The messenger of night
In this place with no moon or sun,
No time of day or season,
The light of morning seeps in
By common consensus
I see, I heard
I see, I heard
The messenger of night
8. Messenger Of Night
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