I cut myself on love

Held its broken shard to the light

And trembled through the night

In a blaze of fever

 

I tried to relieve her

But my caresses fell upon deaf limbs

and died there

As she returned them one by one

to their loveless owner

 

And I carried my burning body

Lamb to the slaughter

sleepless and sighing

across a stranger’s bed

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