once buried beneath
sand six feet deep
(now uncovered within)
resides an unruly beast
eyes as sharp as hunting knives
and bared snaggle-teeth
i fantasize of nights
jarring hot and black
imagine incisors
lacerating lazy hands
and the quick blade of fact
tested my bloody lip
it did not find me wanting
lashes lowered and words slipped
from the mouth of the creature
that never whispered its existence
until new and clear-eyed 'neath
my mexican blanket she stirred
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