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ISBN: 978-0-244-10516-7 - 54 pages
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"Love is illusion, and even lust is stripped of its romantic, erotic charm. Inside, hidden from the lover, lives the wolf, an embodiment of appetite as dangerous as it is energetic and wild. These poems lay themselves bare, rejecting the false comforts of easy and joyous connection." Steve Klepetar
Excerpt:
Poem
You say you want me inside you
but you don’t know what’s inside me.
The roguery, the erratic wolf craving for
more
meat.
What’s happening inside ourselves
always erupts and bursts outside,
in the shades of some unfathomable shelters
where we cherish the sheer moments of calm.
Now you're there, looking for me,
absolutely nothing could reassure you;
humming like I used to in the time
when we blossomed.
The mountains encircle neuralgia,
clear water is springing from their flanks
like dark blood is spurting from a corpse.
Nostalgia are at peace with themselves
but they will never leave us unharmed.
Let's collapse in the deep corridors of mercy
and burrow through a chemical shroud,
or a shredded duvet.
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