Cook

She doesn’t kill the flavour with heat
Yet sets my tongue alight with her peppery yield
Her way of casting my shadow’s companion
My lurch into our unknown and wanton flow
The force beyond our pale
A nailing home of merged souls
Of disparate lusts forlorn, until the night
The darkened gathering of yearning spirits
Revenants engaged.

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