What sick twist
of fates cruel knife...
could show me love beyond my grasp
and nightly
taunt my fevered soul
with
her sweet kiss and image fair.

What evil
here beneath this sun...
could ****
my eyes my heart
my love
for love of one beyond compare.

Then give me hell
and punish me
flay my skin and burn my bone
but first
one kiss
of her rose lips
the sin for which I must atone.

One touch would set the stars aflame
and rend
the veil that
blinds thine eyes
and gives
my heart the stolen wings
from kisses born
of butterflies.