daisies and all their dead stems

i burned our bed with the candle of aphrodite;

the goddess of love wouldn’t know what to say if

she ever laid eyes on me.

love is loudest afterwards, once something’s

died:

makes you wish it never was, or at least, makes

you wish you tried.

lo and behold: the thing that never opened its

eyes!:

writhing under venus and its heat- under

burning lust it fries!

what’s to fear when two become one?

and what’s to believe when forever is done?

oh, down the wishing well my money goes;

the foggy water below doth nourish an

ever-blooming red rose.

bitter winter and biting snow have warmed me,

for summer hath killed me, and autumn never

warned me.

why do i carry such a sword,

when the battle of love has made me so bored?

gone are the days of dancing and gems;

so alone in the ballroom is where i waltz with

daisies and all their dead stems.