To One::

To One, who understands sins of the flesh
The carnal delights and magick transcend
The rusted corrosion, the meaningless end
Worshipper of sex, the malevolent friend.

To One, who knows what the words really mean
The endless seduction, the fiery hand
The tongue and the eyes and the way they command
The way that it ends is the way it began.

To One, believing in minds of the dark
The words of the veins and the blood they enfold
The buying and selling of body and soul
The vestments and symbols no meaning may hold.

To One, who thinks that desire can't be need
To One, who can't see that the heart hides its deeds
To One, who sees ashes in wake of the fire
To One, you are horror, and all I desire.

-Kimberly N. Hunt
written July 1996

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