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ld on me?
We Drove Down by the River
parked beneath towering cottonwoods.
Strange, how intensely desire
builds when the monster waits
at the far end of a drive.
On the way I learned, for a bad boy
Chase was incredibly smart. Webster
would envy his vocabulary, he was up on
current events, could quote Keats:
Give me women, wine, and snuff
Until I cry out hold, enough!
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection; for
Bless my beard they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
No mirrors, no blades, Chase reached
deep inside a pocket, withdrew an
amber bottle with a tiny spoon attached
to the lid. He set it on his knee.
Hey, you’re shaking. You’re not
scared, are you? We don’t have
to do this, do anything at all. We
can just sit and talk if you want.
“I’m not afraid, Chase.” Not of him.
Not with him. In fact, I felt quite safe.
It was monster desire that made me
tremble. Chase noticed.
Take it easy with this stuff, Bree.
It brings even good people to their
