| Death of Love Death of Love
It was late when you returned.
I had expected you long ago.
Your eyes blazed
With a curiousness unknown.
Fear drenched me
As I listened
To your mundane words,
Full of alibis and lies.
I smiled, nodded,
And, stifling lethal intent,
Followed you to bed.
Rosebutterfly 2003
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