    "My Lover Has a Cold, Wet Nose"
    ...a poem by Actaeon

    Posted July 2, 1996

    My lover has a cold, wet nose;
    Her skin is clothed in fur.
    When loneliness or sorrow grows
    My thoughts soon turn to her.

    She greets me at the door with joy,
    And fondly we embrace.
    She tells me I'm her loverboy;
    It shows upon her face.

    We stare into each others' eyes;
    We play and laugh and run;
    We make love under starry skies;
    Our hearts and souls form one.

    I wake to find her in my arms,
    As peaceful as a fawn.
    Her quiet sleep my spirit charms;
    Her warmth outshines the dawn.

    Together we shall share our house
    And never be alone.
    My lover is the finest spouse,
    By any standards known.

    But 'neath this calm, a secret dwells
    Which tears us up inside.
    We live our lives in sacred hells
    And learn to love and hide.

    Our thoughts in cloaks of fear are furled;
    They're not for public view.
    Some day, perhaps, a wiser world
    Will let us say we're zoo.

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