MORPHINE


Come be my spectacle.
tie me in chains against
your breast.

Be my pill, my jilted lover
still warming my bed,
My Sunday guest stayed too long,
my charm,

my pet, my
pain in the chest one morning.
my red rage,
my cage, my addiction.

And we shall live like kings
forever at war,
And I shall burn your treasured things
and steal your kisses.

and I shall roar at you with
all my might.
and you shall love me still,
even as we rage and fight.

And even as we rage and fight,
you shall love me still.