Tell, why do I kiss her lips that curse me?
Mock me to the very core of my poor vile being.
As though I were a boil, filled with brie,
A carbuncle: a thing, oozing…
Each word unfurls her raven’s wing.
Her Magpies beak pecking out the, stars.
Where’s the sanctuary from those talon scars…?
Each, light snuffed; light years away…
Till the dark; proliferates the day.
Light, truly did once shine so blinding.
Love suffused; lawfully binding.
