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Night Visions
by Nicole AssenzaToo much like lycanthropy
You think of her just once
Every month, that girl in the moon
She makes the tides swell
And the heart grow fonder
A disciple of Diana
She will make you wild
With hands as pale as milk
Too much like the taste of blood,
You want her only at night
Cascading velvet red curtains
She makes your flesh burn
And the heart a fire
This black Persephone
She will make you die
With eyes like blazing pyres 12/26/2005 Posted on 12/27/2005
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 06/20/06 at 09:51 PM Ah, if only these kinds of things were just nocturnal desires. Relatable, clear and clean (if dripping with blood). I love how you've stiched the two stanzas together so nicely line to line... your meticulous construction in all of your pieces is admirable. |
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