you are what i’ve wanted at the closest,
at the furthest away.
when i was bound by comp*ss marks,
you engaged me in the tallest gr*ss
with the tines of a savage wreath.
(oh, my savagery, my savagery!)
and in the convalescence,
after my heart was flayed,
divorced in a thick of th*rns
and then began to heal,
you peeled open my wounds…
and i cannot accept your offer.
lover, i ache to,
but i cannot accept your offer