Raven hair, and eyes of fire;
The broken mirror lies.
Mouths of sin make desperate men;
Yet still my spirit dies.

Open thighs and begging tongues
keep warm both hearts and beds.
But when it’s done, the soul has none;
The promised love is dead.

So hold me close and tell me false;
Let no truths be said.
Pain is real; the amnesia fills
the emptiness instead.

20JAN2020