A Waning -

You are what I’ve wanted at the closest

At the furthest away

When I was bound by compass marks

You engaged me in the tallest grass

With the tines of a savage wreath

(Oh, my savagery, my savagery!)

And in the convalescence

After my heart was flayed

Divorced in a thick of thorns

And then began to heal

You peeled open my wounds…

And I cannot accept Your offer

Lover, I ache to

But I cannot accept Your offer