OF THE BEAST

Blue Is Remembered And White Hot Sensation...

The Fucking Of Him In Pale Celebration...

The Coffee And Firelight In Carrie's Eyes...

And No Strings Attached When We Bid Our Goodbyes.

But How Did This Happen And Why Do I Care?

Am I So Enamored Of A One Night Affair?

Why Is This Tale So Long In The Telling?

Nothing I Write Seems To Be As Compelling

As Looking At Him On My Body Impaled...

Sharing That Moment When Others Have Paled

Beside Friday Night's Fury...

Without Doubt Or Worry...

That Subtle Magic Was Life As I'd Dreamed...

But Is This The Ending?

There Is No Pretending...

In The Smiles That Followed -

That's Indeed How It Seemed.

-FOR GREG SCOTT A.-