Chambers Dark

Consign not my heart to chambers dark

Fair one, lock me away not from the joys of mortality…

Grant my spirit a piece of this earthly heaven

My shackles are wrought of your mind‘s will,

Dear one, do let me be ... wretched, free, alive....

 Let me be... Sad, liberated... existent...

Let me be...

Oh, doest thou this thing, a penalty for my affections …

I look into your eyes... all I see is humanity;

But why friend,

Why do you pierce my heart with an excruciating friendlessness I cannot begin to name...

To thy whim … I am but slave …

You are a thing of the wild,

Glittering under the bath of a subtle moonlight …

Naked, young, edible…

Grind me in the dust beneath thy scented feet …

Feed me upon the refuse of thy alluring gaze,

Grant me but entry into thine tender courts …

Let me sit upon the edge of this … your plush orchard …

From the fountain of thy supple bosom,

Water my thirsts …

Let me drink my fill, let me want no more …

Until then my love,

I will not go,

I will not heed your cold shoulder,

Your cruel curses,

And your biting venom,

I will eat in silence…

 I will sit at your door,

At the golden gates of your paradise…

Asking that you let me in,

That, dearie, you let me be…

An object of your desire…