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Previous - this entry written on 2001-04-11 at 2:29 p.m. - Next Darkling boy They say he is a dream Mythical lover Fantastic Unreal But I know the truth Honey from his lips And venom in his words Odd contrast there The delicious taste And the bitter poison They work so well Together When he uses them Like most people use A favorite shirt Some overused phrase He hides himself in speech-daggers Buried in speech Lost in his own shadows He is dark-eyed Not through genetics Merely because For once His soul is sneaking a glimpse Peering briefly From the cage Of thought He builds to keep it safe To keep it bound To keep it whole He is a dreamer But quite real, to me This is why I treasure him: He holds my own dreams Meets them Matches them And leaves me wondering Why I ever thought That dark and light could never Blend Sharing space And sharing one heart Two angry lovers At an italian dinner His emotions, the last meatball And they battle with words and gazes Love not enough To keep from wanting more Still Despite the battle They leave together Hand in fur-gloved hand
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