In the name of Kallisti,
Fate offered me a choice of bride:
Marry ambition,
Marry knowledge
Or marry love.

I discovered your naïve neck
With my Trojan mouth and stole you
With half-meant kisses
Our bodies warred
And sweat was spilled.

How passion makes bullies of men -
Cowards trapped by their emotions -
Ripping compassion
From hearts and *****,
Feeding false hope.