By Damien Knight
A thorn that traces
the side of my flesh
is lovelier than any flower
in my garden.
The sighs I expel
when she is gone
could fog the evening
and form the dew.
The growl she elicits
when she is near
just under breath
I must control.
This hungry love
I feel so deep
this longing
I never want it to go.
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The Shade of Writing 
This is a lovely piece, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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