Look inside
Crimson shrieked into
An audible blush
Hush
And listen into quite ness
Of the new day
Squelchs the black of night
A wakening of hunger
Only to be fed
By the most passionate
Of love
The first glow of the
Footlights.
Shines on her as she appears.
Ever so softly.
The maiden of the velvet night.
Her head turns towards me
Casting a deep looking stair
Feeding the hunger
That controls my every thought.
poem by Howard Johnson
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