one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish

I feel she is a beast,

Though there be

no claws that gleam

nor fangs that gnash.

-

I know she is a beast,

Ears pressed

To chests that beat

Too slow, too steady

& measured for the

Likes of man.

-

I see she is a beast,

Whose words trickle

In rivers of rubies,

that stream

from crowns of red.

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I fear that she is a beast,

A creature borne

from sweetened words

poured over foreign lips.

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I love that she is a beast,

Though my sentiment may be lost

In sugared gulps

that slip,

down throats of

figured beasts.