How long can yearning satisfy a reckless host?
I drink my reflection from your exasperated pupils
Wondering if the spell will surrender your name.
I am not indifferent to the depth
Of your primal sentimentality
And I have more passion than I have shame
For there is nothing I wouldn’t do
To strip the rind shrouding your heart.
(Bitter is not the only flaw inherent in poison)
It would be such a tragedy to die before you
That you might wake with only the reminder
Of what once was a lifetime of pivotal conjunctions
The only thing you can believe is that the fire
Spares no man his curiosity
But it is a small price to pay for love.