who will bond me to a lord?
which parts shall i restrain?
when i find the sweetest sore,
is where to bury your name.

what of desire, thick and deep
wraps around the space
pouring out the inbetween,
two faces around the vase.

my love for you is mirror-
a strange and sickly sound.
time spread brings truth nearer,
all same into the ground.