in a moment it seems
it all whirls around me
like Alice's house of cards
all the beautiful faces I
love, have loved, will love, could love
a zoetrope around me, spinning
i'm warm, bathed in love,
washed in the beauty of it all
and yet I hunger, want a biteto taste
each apple, to collect
more, scalps of lust and hair and blood
to line my trophy case, and when
I am alone, I will roll in this and
revel.
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