—OH, MY CHILD, YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE AWAY MY ENERGY
in the almost-dark
i’ll meet you in
the almost-dark
in a city, slum, anteroom, or
any field of your choosing
you can wear tentacles or talons
armor or gossamer
it doesn’t matter
my skin is dense enough
for your confusion or anger
i’ll pull out the quills
if you want
turn the other cheek
let you speak ill of me
and my foibles
just tell me when and where
but hurry
No comments:
Post a Comment