When your eyes flashed smoke
And your teeth sparked fire
And your velvet voice turned
like a lathe shaping words
into sugar-spun poison
in lances and hooks,
gently administering
acid burns,
I knew
all the worst
of your moods and looks.
And I set myself firm
for all I knew
I might earn.
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