My heart lingers on your lapel
A ruby of incomparable size
The blood still pools in her chinks
Tepid as a newly awakened spring
How her occupation pains me
Her proclivities, her choices
She is purely hypothetical
A millstone nothing more
I do not think I should miss her
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I wonder how you will fare?
Even coiled on the surface
I fear that she will draw upon you
Some dreadful curse
I’ve a serpent’s heart you see
She does not care
For needles or spindle-frames
You mustn’t appeal
To her unrequited mercy
Mustn’t endeavor
To tighten her valves
She must be allowed her rage
Her childish consternation
Her feast of flesh and bone
(Feed her or she will take from you
What you cannot afford to give)