Author: Thomas Gorn

We Are Among Us Incubi and succubiprowl dance clubs, country clubs,book clubs, churches.They tempt us notwith groin or breast or tonguebut with tiny mirrorsthe size of a thumb,from which we peek out at ourselveswith eyes amazed and in love.Who can resist their own regard?We follow, heedless of the yearsof rueful reflections to come. — Thomas…

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