The poem The Besotted Daemons ends with the line, ...And I knew where they lived and how to get there. A tiny boat alone at night. Holes made by rabbits. A doorway drawn from chalk. An ode to three of Bayouth's favorite stories. The collection of poems is itself, transportive. Taking the reader through the land of her own creation, of doors and heart holes, beaus and Eros. A shimmering, painful glimpse of love and loss and a map of the dark underbelly which is the female psyche. Beau's & Eros isn't just a book of poetry, it is a portrait of another world.