What if my heart is an open wound for your purposes?
Dissent, darling. Cross not my path. I see you
In every guitar string, tennis net, bicolour flag,
But I don't see you within me. Excuse the lag
In my conscience, and I'll excuse each view anew
Of your face I realise I don't like. Lay the roses
Down for your soul, change the name on the stone
To mine. I closed the doors on my saviour when
His spokesmen told me my chastity was nothing
Even as hers was the holy grail, and snuffing
Out the candle again, I knock on your door, then,
Like delirium is all I know. Like my shirt is undone.