How Carefully Your Neck Had Bled

How carefully Your neck had bled

Pierced so bluntly by a dagger

Stepping back, but how You staggered-

Left me mourning for the dead.

The evening that had left me speechless,

For the only words were tears that shed

And us standing under raindrops

Gave the regret for You I had plead.

And in the rain Your hair had curled-

How I saw Your witful eyes.

And how they stared up at me

Like two subconscious pearls; in disguise.

O ! Your Beauty, how it took me

With unearlthy bound divine

For it came, absorbed my mind-

Desire of the most unholy.

Upon the earth Your chest lay bare,

But laced with clover.

Your seraphic veiled body

I only wished I could uncover.

But how much could You resist me ?

Far too much for one to bear.

Yet only with You could I speak of laurels;

Laurels, dancing in the air.

“Come tomorrow,” You had told me.

“For then we shall drink bread and wine.

Tomorrow we let the the living live

Today we let the dead die.”

And how I waited, with bread and wine

Awaiting Your curly hair, Your witfull eyes

Those pearls that tore away what was wise-

Too much I wished You heard my cries.

Alone in the rain, my eyes a sea

But still; I did as You please-

I let the living take the dead

And let the dead take me.