© Sauce*Box, Spring 1996.
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by Brad Stabler
I stood watching
the flow of shadow and light over your body
the glaze of satisfaction in your eyes
knowing that deep in the recess of those pools lay terror.
I stood listening
the beating of my heart accompanying the thrill of the capture
the sirens on the air
the emptiness of my soul bared to the world.
I stood feeling
the cold steel in my hand
the warmth leaving your body
as the door was broken down.
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