It breaks my heart?…
sores, conflicts, gangrene…
a viper in a parcel…
and my heart in awe…

Considering our beginning:
the olive stew,
the red raspberry,
and the cake of cherry;
unparalleled taste all the time.

My heart was chained
by an empress of beauty.
Though a slave, I loved it
to knee in ashes and dusts.

Evenings left swiftly,
nights disappeared with a snap,
sweet sorrows multiple;
I was hurt but I couldn’t say no.

And my tongues in hooks,
bleeding but kissing.
Pleasurable pain I got,
as her pants got a zipper.

This isn’t for better for worse
but we sailed through dead course;
And home at last,
her heart is in awe.

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