Lovesongs From The UnderworldDearest, beloved—there is no sun here like your eyes, like The way your lips dance when you laugh. There is no sun here in this Place where pinprick-scarlet is the only lonely brilliance— Thou created me of fire while him Thou didst create of dust ---and the wind sweeps off our skins; we are dripping with pomegranate juice. Dearest, beloved: do not drink of me.Lovesongs From The Underworld
Dearest, beloved—I can feel your pleas quaver in my bones, In the crooks of my elbows and knees. I can feel your pleas desperately Winding around dispassionate monarchs, aching behind my eyes—- He is
