In Reply

If thine eyes cry a broken heart,
Then cut my tongue, and burn my hand,
Then take my pen, stab me, and part.
And take my blood, and shower it
on your man, upon the moon that tears.
So hark! Throw me into the pit!
And use mine pleasures as frivolous fears.
If my eyes see a hungry shark,
Oh, with teeth sharp lust and agony,
Kill, bite, and eat me and leave a mark.
Let love me, make me unholy.
Release your teeth and grind and churn,
Let love me, let crash and burn.
Let love me, let red be upon the morn.





- January 27, 2006 2:08 pm

In reply to Claire’s “Thy Lady’s Plea”