i have seen you
some mythic figure
etched in stone walls
your arms spread out wide
your profile sharp edged and serious
i have heard you
a siren in my dreams
calling me out of stillness
i come stumbling
grappling with your voice
syrup laden and low
i have felt you
like the hand of god
against my back
flesh and teeth and muscle
my mouth in a tight grimace
i turn and run away.
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