In my lamenting mood, a friend is what I really need
All I see is an inky black mistress with which to share company
Still but violent her yellow eyes reflected ominously into mine
Though she didn’t speak, she comforted me with her body’s sounds
I wish to join her
The frosty chilly of this eve keeps clothes on
Senses prevail, they carry me on
Alone again
To the lone warmth of this new place I call home…
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