"To Sovehanna"
I may have created
the eighth sin
in this biblical want of
you
I may have been
mocked by the moon
god of sin for doing
this
Against the judgement
of the hereafter
I trespass:
I am the
mourner at a wake
of my own decadence,
as if to thank you
as you rest—
for my need of you
scorns the deed of the
sky,
for my need of you
pities the teeth of
fate,
for my need of you
is abashment to
Eros' true falseness
Heedless enough to
anger the god of it
Bright enough to
know why
Dénouement
In my dreams, as I write,
I am yours, as you rest.
