Dark is the night,
I stand before you.
Loneliness gone,
conscience my only shield.
In silent whispers I implore you,
yet, knowing in my heart,
that soon to you I'll yield.
My heart is wildly pounding,
my hair -- a lion's mane.
The passion in my veins and temples
loud resounding,
echoing the sea,
and insane . . .


                          --Tatiana Guliaeff

© 2003 by Tatiana Otzoup Guliaeff
Published June 19, 2003 by Gilda Tabarez.
All rights reserved.


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