Meredith’s Love: 9

The masterfully wild beast
was felt between them; grieve
he would to receive the delicate
thing helpless. It defiles

Certain dark guardians
without teeth to rend,
so hungry. But spared. Fear
she felt he did not know

Until he drank from her
poison-cup, malignant soft
and starry. Gentle glory circle
of heaven, between the held

Body with filtering eyelids,
oh, he said she laughed, leaned,
the rude beast rough at dusk
between them in his dark.

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