LOVE THEME OF "INFECTRESS"


I am Infectress,
mistress of the minuscule,
molecules,
secrets you repress,
truths too hideous
to express.


Kiss me,
beloved prey.
Entwine with me into one,
joined in hidden bond.


Secretly
I share
the molecular
engines of destruction.
Too tiny to taste,
they fit, exact,
to your demolition.


So I impart
life's nuclear lesson:
all your being,
your angelic seeming,
is as the genius
of a virus.


Kiss.
Life.
Nothingness.
Kiss.







And now the story . . .
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Copyright 1997 by Tom Cool