A Darkened Room
Always there the two back beast
On the joys of love it feasts
Two are one then two once more
Forms that merge upon the floor
Shapes that show when lights deflected
Sounds that peel from souls affected
Intense with passion the air’s electric
Movements slow and then more hectic
Soon the beast has had its fill
Where it danced all now is still
The beast will rise no need to call
We are its mind; it’s in us all
Charlie Milne
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