FATE! Father's precious time to me
Within you; in me
hearing, undeviating the constancy of weak wishes.
Remember the house?
Oh! Excellent days and nights
saying no to your attachment.
Sooner could the years pass
relive each word
how my slipping dress must look.
Indeed, none watched but you
by the river slick, wet, and gone
listen to my pulse alone.
Even with the voice of spirit others
such primal need has been
when laid that flat to it.
Something broke and He overpowers
when her heart kissed freely
Death too brought its inconstant love.